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Forgot Forgot about you, forgot about me, I even forgot how to *** Forgot about birds, forgot about bees, I even forgot how to say please. Forgot about about hate, forgot about shame, I even forgot my own name. Forgot the last time, I was happy, maybe I'm mean, maybe I'm snappy. Living a life in the dark, above my head is a question mark. All I want is to be left alone, I forgot the last time, I got blown. It's not Alzheimer's, it's not amnesia, maybe I'm still under the anesthesia. Forgot about *** forgot about **** I even forgot the day, I was born. Forgot about peace, forgot about war, forgot the difference between a ceiling and a floor. Forgot about pain, forgot about suffering, I even forgot why I was hurting. Something happened inside my brain, no one seems to want to explain. Forgot about truth, forgot about lies, I even forgot how to improvise. Forgot what is hot, forgot what is cold, I even forgot everything, I was ever told. Forgot about life, forgot about love, I even forgot all of the above. So many things still left unsaid, but I forgot that I'm already dead.
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
Forgot
Forgot Forgot about you, forgot about me, I even forgot how to *** Forgot about birds, forgot about bees, I even forgot how to say please. Forgot about about hate, forgot about shame, I even forgot my own name. Forgot the last time, I was happy, maybe I'm mean, maybe I'm snappy. Living a life in the dark, above my head is a question mark. All I want is to be left alone, I forgot the last time, I got blown. It's not Alzheimer's, it's not amnesia, maybe I'm still under the anesthesia. Forgot about *** forgot about **** I even forgot the day, I was born. Forgot about peace, forgot about war, forgot the difference between a ceiling and a floor. Forgot about pain, forgot about suffering, I even forgot why I was hurting. Something happened inside my brain, no one seems to want to explain. Forgot about truth, forgot about lies, I even forgot how to improvise. Forgot what is hot, forgot what is cold, I even forgot everything, I was ever told. Forgot about life, forgot about love, I even forgot all of the above. So many things still left unsaid, but I forgot that I'm already dead.
allen-wilbert
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
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