forgotten.
that's got to be the saddest word I know.
cuz it leaves exactly enough room for hope to grow
before killing it cold and leaving it rotten.
like a **** taking up too much space in the ground
or the smile on your face being suffocated by a frown.
do you know how it feels to realize that I don't exist to you any more?
that things can never go back to the way they were before?
forgotten
means the end; no more tries.
It means that our ties didn't just bend, they broke
and no matter how hard I try to re-stoke those old fires
there's no hope
because you've already sent my memories up in smoke
without batting an eye.
I'm fading away, aren't I?
or was I ever there to start with?
Still I somehow can't bear to part with my memories of you.
It's so unfair that I'm stuck caring about you
when you never cared about me.
I have to admit I was not prepared for how devastating this would be.
My features have already started to warp and blur
and if you looked at me now you'd start to believe
that this was the way they always were.
well it's not.
forgotten is a word that fades you away
until one day you can't even remember yourself.
until one day you look in the mirror,
and no one's there.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
forgotten.
that's got to be the saddest word I know.
cuz it leaves exactly enough room for hope to grow
before killing it cold and leaving it rotten.
like a **** taking up too much space in the ground
or the smile on your face being suffocated by a frown.
do you know how it feels to realize that I don't exist to you any more?
that things can never go back to the way they were before?
forgotten
means the end; no more tries.
It means that our ties didn't just bend, they broke
and no matter how hard I try to re-stoke those old fires
there's no hope
because you've already sent my memories up in smoke
without batting an eye.
I'm fading away, aren't I?
or was I ever there to start with?
Still I somehow can't bear to part with my memories of you.
It's so unfair that I'm stuck caring about you
when you never cared about me.
I have to admit I was not prepared for how devastating this would be.
My features have already started to warp and blur
and if you looked at me now you'd start to believe
that this was the way they always were.
well it's not.
forgotten is a word that fades you away
until one day you can't even remember yourself.
until one day you look in the mirror,
and no one's there.
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