Saturday evening it was supposed to be you and me.
I made dinner and tea was extra sweet.
I combed my hair the way you like it.
I even put on your favorite outfit.
I stayed up all night, nearly crying myself to sleep,
staring at the clock, it was after three.
Once again, I found myself, waiting for you to remember me.
No one but you has ever made me hurt.
You’ve put me through HELL and it just seems to get worst.
I’m fighting with time, hoping that we are meant to be.
And, once again I find myself, waiting for you to remember me.
You keep snatching my heart, ripping me apart,
stitching me back together.
Then I start to believe that things will get better.
And, I fill up on the inside believing your lies.
I don’t want to loose you so I try to be quite.
I pretend not to see the obvious.
I stay silent.
It HURTS LIKE HELL!
It is certainly killing me.
But, I still wait for you to remember me.
It’s now or never. Forced to face reality.
There is no forever.
This can’t be love. It hurts too much.
I can’t even look at you and I don’t want to be touched.
There is nothing to fix.
When it comes to us, this is as good as it gets.
So, you don’t need to remember me, please forget!