Remember me when I have gone away,
Little to say and little never told,
I'm not sorry when you leave me so cold,
Perhaps it's your missing soul that leads you say,
I don't know what I want or what I need,
But I know in my heart of hearts-- not you
Perhaps it was greed but -
Least you be happy at the pains of others.
Sit next to me and quiet down for a few.
Tell me of songs and whispers anew.
Of once upon a dream where visions sigh,
So we may fly and forget that we die.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
Remember me when I have gone away,
Little to say and little never told,
I'm not sorry when you leave me so cold,
Perhaps it's your missing soul that leads you say,
I don't know what I want or what I need,
But I know in my heart of hearts-- not you
Perhaps it was greed but -
Least you be happy at the pains of others.
Sit next to me and quiet down for a few.
Tell me of songs and whispers anew.
Of once upon a dream where visions sigh,
So we may fly and forget that we die.
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