Wicked places
Ugly faces
Yet everywhere I look
I’ve seen traces of you
I could write a book
Outlining what you took
My heart, my soul, my pride
I’ve locked your memory up deep inside
Familiar faces
Bring back happy places
I could’ve run the races
But I just walked on the side
No one in which to confide
My deepest secret, this divide
What tears me apart inside
Are these traces of you
Memories of your face
And ongoing fruitlessly
To be locked in your embrace
I just can’t provide
The reasons that I hide
As my love and hate collide
Just can’t let you see that I’ve cried
Over traces of you