We all have our most sacred memories Locked...

We all have our most sacred memories
Locked up somewhere deep downstairs
But despite widespread cognitive fallacies
Crossing roads rarely means sharing ways

And you know, my friend, when September comes,
When this cold fucker comes again
I feel sorry for there are no unbreakable wows
I feel sorry for both me and another man

Yeah, we all keep our memories
Down bellow just to find them high
Let's consider for now that the message is
All we needed was always inside

Sure you know, my friend, when September goes
There's still plenty of time ahead
We've already survived all the pain it brought
And I'm alright I can't get you out of my head

#writingsonthewall