Sore Spots

I stop my memory
Is nothing but a gallery of sore spots
Can't you see
I care a lot but I don't wanna
hold on to the retrospective life
I don't wanna overestimate this time

It's stuck, that's for sure
Can't do this, follow that,
live is so imperfect, almost human, just like me
We live a lie, this is why we
hold on to reanimating life
I don't wanna overestimate this time