Eraser

There is a way to forget,
they say.
A way to erase what was.
All that pains you to remember.

There is a way to repress,
I know.
Block out all the painful.
Washed away by rain.

Take all my bad memories,
if they're of any use to you.
But you're never getting
my good ones too.

Those I prefer to keep
To think of and fall asleep
Even if it tears me
All of it's gone

I'd rather have it all again
Than forget

I'd rather love what used to be
Than hate what is

But I can't choose, can I
You already made the decision
for me