I can't remember the color of your eyes
I can't remember the sound of your voice
But I still remember that horrible pain
Of my heart breaking for you

I can't remember your favorite song
I can't remember your charming laugh
But I still remember your favorite lie
Of saying that you love me

One look
Our eyes met in one quick glance
Different people, met by chance

One look
You took my hand and leaned in close
Our first kiss, the fatal dose

One look
You finally asked me on a date
You were just a year too late

One look
That fake kiss sitting in your jeep
A horrible secret I had to keep

One look
The final dare that broke my heart
Forever tearing us apart

You were here, temporarily
Then suddenly you were gone
But in those few short years
You changed my life

I miss the way my name sounded
As the sound escaped your lips
I miss the way you'd pull me close
Hands resting on my hips

I miss our conversations
Lasting deep into the night
I miss your dreamy eyes
Glowing strong and bright

But most of all I miss the way
You'd lie and say I love you
But even though it wasn't the truth
I wanted to believe I loved you too

a baby girl in a bright pink carriage
a young mother pushes her along
a bump in the path sends her pacifier
rolling off the sidewalk and into the woods
Forgotten

a young man sent off to war
his parents cry for many months
but alzheimer's takes their memory
and he falls on the battleground stiff and cold
Forgotten

a new couple deep in love
his sweet voice promises to never leave
but one day he's gone with some new woman
and she tries to sleep alone
Forgotten

I loved you
But you loved her
And she was nothing but jealous

I'd see you
Before she would
And suddenly something's between us

But this was just your ***** game
I'd thought you'd changed, but you stayed the same

I trusted you
After all we'd been through
I guess I was wrong
Why'd it take so long
You're gone baby gone

Some people love to talk
They'll persuade you of anything
Some people love to study
They're always equipt with the right answers
Some people love to draw
Their pictures are worth 1000 words
I like to write
Words flow out of my soul with meaning

We all have one thing that's all our own
A speaker can't study
A genius can't draw
An artist can't write
A writer can't speak
So why are we put in tasks without strengths?

Because most of the time
The speaker doesnt know
The genius doesn't know
The artist doesn't know
The writer doesn't know
The marvelous talent they really possess

I'm not a label, I'm a person
From afar, we're all the same
A nose, a mouth, two eyes
But a simple name makes us unworthy
A nerd, a dork, a geek

Forget the labels.
We're all people.
Regardless of what we're called