My Fear Is To Be Forgotten

by Ola Madrid

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released July 14, 2013

Produced/Tracked/Mixed by
Adam Cichocki at Timber studios
Mastered by Brad Boatright of Audiosiege Engineering



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Track Name: It's Cold
Times are changing and I dunno what's right for me.

Rain falls (too close to home)
I'm feeling empty again (I'm wandering scared)
I've learned to love myself (But I hate where I stand)
But you slipped away (How do you expect me to embrace love?)

Rain falls down again, same as the last time, remember the last time?
I've been driving without brakes every since... (without brakes)

What I am and what I wish I was are two separate things, I don't think I'll ever be real with myself.
These five years haven't been kind to me...

Rain falls down again.

In finding who we are (I swear I'll try again)
We wind up lost again (We'll start over)
Shaking at the thought that nothing stays the same.
Track Name: Summer Ends
Dear diary, I can't wait to see your face again...

Tonight I will remember you. A rock in the road,
If I can see your bad intentions, I'll sing it loud for every self-loathing fool.
Darling, you got tired and nine months later you were gone.
With every waking day, I felt smaller.

Another day you caught me shaking alone, is it my fault that I'm feeling cold?
It's the dreams that I chase that keep me awake, what if I'm holding on to nothing?
Another phone call, I've got nothing to say cause like my family, no one's listening.
(Just how you made me feel those nights you felt alive...)

Remember where we left off I can't think straight.
Remember where we left off I can't stomach this.

I want to know how it feels again to be on the other side...
Happy endings are so overrated...

It's the rainy days where I can't stand, my thoughts ruin me.
They always come back, it always comes back to me.
"It'll be alright, just give it time." I keep telling myself.
But too many times, I'd rather run away.
But too many times, I'd rather be dead.
Too many times, but I still believe in me.

Nine months later, you were gone.