*Memories, sold seperatly*

I've often wondered about the past,
And how so tiny memories could last.

I've never thought back in regret,
Atleast i have'not done it yet.

People tend to forget all the bad,
But tend to remember all they never had.

How could one live and forget
Keept going in the loop "Reset"

Memories, worth gold
But so often sold

I return for a void
They so desperately enjoyed.

Big twisted smiley faces,
Think that they are the aces.

Dead puppets in despair,
Broken souls no one could repair.

And how they leach upon ye,
In ways you would never be able to see.

But for you who can hear my voice,
Come here, and we'll all rejoice!

Being the last of our kind,
Or, do you have something else in mind?