Pictures

My past is just like pictures,the pictures of my life.
And my memories are burden on my mind.
I wish to let them be and go away from my dreams and smash.
The pictures that still hurt me.
I’m just crying on the pictures of my life.
But I want to feel ok ,my notion‘s just not funny.
I’dont want to chuck a dummy.The music is my diction,the filter of my sense .
If something wrong with me it spills out of my head.
I put a side my griefs wipe away running tears.
Step forward to find the way of my dreams.
Now I’m not crying on pictures of my life!