The memory song

I’ve been teaching myself to forget
I’ve been removing all my regrets
This should be easy, so they have said
I can hold seven things in my head

I can hold seven things in my head
They wrote me off as if I were dead
Inanimate wasteland with the manikin eye
Quick to remind me to not even try

Try to remember you’re not one of them
No need to worry, no need to pretend
Those beautiful people all standing in line
They can’t imagine that I’m doing fine