i finally found it.

remember to forget her,
the memories tattooed on reflective surfaces.
scars are only beauty deep,
yet you find pleasure in your pain.
is this your remedy, has this remedy gone wrong.

you sleep with one light on,
the silent comforter.
nostalgic is a lonely road.
he writes his melodies and sings them lullabies.

better days, i've known them
but as these days grow older,
we inch much closer to the one.
the day as life has begun.

the grievances run deep to fill the emptiness.
and pains a welcome friend,
your sorrows everything to you...
for hopes such a stranger here.

this cherishing of memories is slowly destroying him
grasping the past with a tightening fist, he lets go...

go free.

--the lonely road, whencehecame.