I forget about where it all began

Bastard son of a bastard son of a wild-eyed child of the sun

And right as rain

I'm not the same but I feel the same, I feel nothing

Holding back the fool again

Holding back the fool pretends

I forget to forget

Nothing is important

Holding back the fool again

I sensed my loss before I even learned to talk

And I remember my birthdays

Empty party afternoons won't come back

Holding back the fool again

Holding back the fool pretends

I forget to forget

Nothing is important

Holding back the fool again

I forget to forget me

I forget to forget you see

Nothing is important to me

I knew my loss

Before I even learned to speak

And all along, I knew it was wrong

But I played along, with my birthday song

Holding back the fool again

Holding back the fool pretends

I forget to forget

Nothing is important

Holding back the fool again

(Corgan)

Current listen. Ah! Olden days remind me of many.