I hear,

I hear, the memories are the greatest factor

                                                                                                of the past.

They're the only things,
    
             that make the good parts

really last.

But what happens, 

when the memories fade, 

    and the person

                                     who you loved,
          
                                                                            was the one who helped them be made?

Who can remember them now?

All we can remember 

is the bad.

The memories, 

      that seem to make us 

             steaming mad.

Because there's 
no 
one 
here 

           to help us remember the good...

                
                                                                             They've all been destroyed, 

                                                                                                  by your life-ruining bat.

Now tell me,

Whose fault is that?