But Memories

Hmm Hmm Oh no, we did it again Don't go to replicate the time When we were young and beautiful, I told myself I'd never change, I'm still the same, never change, I'm still the same, We're still young but now time is changing, twisting, turning, All the things that's in the past I remember (I remember) All the tears that we forgot I remember (I remember) All the things that we would hide I remember (I remember) So who are we but memories? A collection of memories, recollection of memories in time. We don't know. A mystery is a memory, how did it go in your memory, yeah. If we let go, would it be forgotten? Would it be forsaken?