I was so kindly asked to leave so many places,
so many times it even hearts to count.
Sometimes your memory refuses to hold some [bad word] familiar faces
and even year ago you thought you'll never will forget them

I know some memories are better be well hidden,
under the surface in the place no one could find them,
Box full of clues and evidence,
of wasted youth and bad romance
I know i better keep those hands on a distance.

How many cold nights did you spent thinking that your days are numbered?
Well, i got so many - you could build up a separate life of them...
Sometimes your memory refuses to store the facts that you've found out.
Forgot who broke your heart last time?
Oh it's such a shame!

I know some memories are better be well hidden,
under the surface, in the place where no one could frighten them,
Box full of clues and evidence of wasting every precious chance
to make some tense a bit less tenser,
to look a little bit less fearsome....

Box full of clues and evidence,
Of wasting every precious chance,
to make some tenses little less tenser,
to look a little bit less fearsome....
Box full of clues and evidence,
box full of clues and evidence,
box full of clues and evidence
Of My teen years been killed by wasted chances