I'm slipping out of people's minds,
I'm just a girl that's left behind.

Right now I'm just a wasted space,
I guess I should have been replaced.

Am I a fool?
To actually think
Of promise as a powerful tool?

My best friend
From my previous school
Has long forgotten
The promises we made,
My birthday, my existence,
And our memories that start to fade.

Is it worse,
To see her wish
Someone else instead of me?
A "Happy Birthday!" on others' walls,
Mock at me and how I fall.

My mind is still stuck in the past,
One thing that will never last.

Awakened by a rooster at morn,
I realize that people just
Move on.

If you're late,
No one will wait.
At this rate,
It depends on fate.

People come,
And people go,
When they're done,
They'll just be gone.

The cycle repeats,
And one fine day,
I guess I'll just be
Simply
Forgotten.