Amnesia

Leaving all the history acting like it wasn't there.
Faces in the doorway turning into gray,
Washing all the scars and the overets away.
Blank slate mind in a crowded room,
Forgetting all the shadows and the heavy gloom.
Yeah.
Who was I before this?
I don't really care.
Breathed in the fog, now I breathe fresh air.
No heavy baggage dragging down my feet,
Walking like a stranger on my own city street.