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Not even a memory
Sometimes at night I sit and think,
about how I feel in love a little to late.
I'm not it pain,
just prepared to be.
The more I try to remember the more I begen to forget.
So why do I still put up with it?
To me you're not even a dream,
nor a memory.
I'm not tryn to push you away,
I just don't know what to say.
So many times in the past have I suffered the pain of heartache,
and I'm gonna get out of this now before it's to late.
You're not even a memory,
nor are you a dream.
Not even something to help put my mind at ease.
Every memory I have about you,
I plan to erase.
