Who gave you the right to be so perfect?
I'd love to be mad at you since you're an ***; but, whenever I'm with you..
I forget.
I forget how to feel pain.
I forget how to smile in vain.
I forget about the scars.
How I feel like I'm behind bars.
I forget about all the things you've done.
I only think about how you've won.
Won my heart.
It's crazy, I know.
But whenever you look into my eyes,
They no longer feel the need to cry.
If I could relive those moments over and over, I would.
Then I think about it... and
You're not mine to love.
You're not mine to have.
You're not mine to hold.
But please..
Be the one to help me forget.