I wish you'd forget
whatever it was
about me you used to know
Because I don't remember me
and it's only hurting you

I wish you would forget
the things I said
when I was trying to help
Or selfishly trying to be remembered
and it's only hurting you

I wish you would forget
whatever it was we used to share
I know you care
but I do too
and it's only hurting you

I wish you'd forget me
whatever it is you'd remember
my smile or my tears
my laughter or my fears
Because it's only hurting you

And I wish you'd forget me.

A clown in a circus
is only a clown
when the curtain falls
he looks at himself in the mirror
and sees a clown
a caricature
no sadder thing than a clown
especially to himself

Our hearts carry words, and words carry meaning,
Behind every meaning, there’s a feeling,
Sometimes they heal, sometimes they wound,
Sometimes they’re spoken, sometimes buried.
Yet no matter where they linger or hide,
They shape, they matter, they cannot be denied.

Feelings create words,
Words are said, but sometimes they’re kept,
Sometimes they bring relief, sometimes they bring regret instead,
But what can we do once they’re out?

Words and feelings are always entwined,
Both can soothe, both can sting in kind.
It’s not the words alone that decide their weight,
But the tone, the moment, the meaning we create.

So how do you know what they made you feel?
Look to your heart’s quiet response – there lies what’s real.