Breaking down,
Never up.
Will I remember this all,
When it all ends?
Am I coming back?
Will they remember me?
So many questions,
Oh so many.
Forgetting is as easy as saying "I hate you."
Remembering is as hard as saying "I love you."
In every Believer,
there's a Lie.
For every Friend,
Its all gotta end.
Its Over for every Lover.
And who the fuck invented the If in my Life?
Way over the edge.
It all begins to crumble.
And I start to tumble.
I see no lending hands,
No concern for my safety.
So I think I'm just gonna let this all go.
I'm shutting down.
Because I've been forgotten.
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My parents told me that even though I felt like I've been forgotten, I haven't. Maybe you are thinking that I don't understand, that I don't know just how much you've been forgotten. Maybe it is this way. Maybe I'm so deep in my own bullshit as you might say I am. Dude, I cut myself in Fifth Grade. Didn't feel great at all. I felt forgotten as well, at one point in my life.
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