I’m really not remembering 
Those things I wish to bury

I keep them hidden quite away
From lighter ordinary

Things and purposely forget
The combination to the lock

So I won’t have to have to face those things
I’d rather have forgot

It truly is convenient
And I’m doing oh so well

Just thinking of the things I want 
To think about and tell

So little artist child I beg you
Not to dig too deep 

It surely is much better
Just to let forgotten sleep