Now i need to find some sense  to speak.
I found the words, i made none of them by myself and this is
unfair for you. I wanted to find something only for you,
a space where none other would fit in.
You weren't like everybody else and it feels like betraying
that i saw you crying.
Why tell them?
They would be happy to know you were like them, not different,
but i won't let them remember you the way it fits them.
I know that they don't feel pain every time a memory comes at top
and it kills them that they didn't know you as i did.
They weren't what i was for you and they will never be
what you were for me.
They better not remember you at all.