Remember Me
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Once day at school, they told me i was the heart breaker
the one where every one had to watch out for because if they get to close
I could break their heart and have them walking on shattered glass
The heartbreaker,
the one everyone stopped asking out because i always said no.
The heartbreaker,
the one that was always single, alone.
yet no one could guess why i was the way i was assuming it was just me.
Never understanding that the heartbreaker had her heart broken
shattered, split in two.
You never waited for me like you said you would.
You never stuck by my side like you promised you would.
I dont hate you for being with her
I hate you for being with her and still telling me you cared for me
for being with her and calling me
as if i was some side doormat you can fuck with.
i hate you for being with her to the point where you had to slap her across the face because the abuse had gone to far.
Now every time i think of you my blood BURNS,
My eyes RUN.
I hate you for allowing her to delete me from your life,
letting her erase me like some pencil sketch from your mind
crumpling whats left of that image of me and throwing it in the trash.
As if i was someone you could just throw away.
But baby your still wrapped up in me.
I hate you for staying with her even when she broke you.
So tell me When she broke your will into submission did she also crack your spine so you would always fall in her direction?
Did she squeze you to tight to the point of suffocation where oxygen couldn't flow properly to you brain?
Did you mistake your arguments for lovemaking?
Now you walk by lowering your head without speaking
and i remember a time where you could beraly take your eyes off me
I just don't understand why its not ok for you to say you love me.
But as they say If you love someone let them go
and i am willing to let you go but always remember me
don't let her paint over me from your heart and soul like some amateur artist
trying to erase what was once there.
Because no matter how hard she tries and how thick the stokes of her paint brush run you can never forget what was their first: The blueprint.
You know what they say the original is always better then the sequel.
so remember me as you walk into the wind and feel the breeze
slowly flowing across your face, giving you a moment to breathe.
remember me and think of when you were free.
