Remembering But Trying To Forget

How Could You Do This?
The Night Of My Play
You Knew I’d Have To Be Onstage Today

You’ll Never Know What You Did
I Felt Ruined, My Heartbeat Stayed
To Be Dumped In Such An Uncaring Way

Like Michael Jackson Said
I Should’ve Known About Us
That You Were Bad, That You Were Dangerous

Everyone Told Me You Weren’t The One
I Was Looking For
They All Knew What You’d Done Before

I Know They Say
That You Didn’t Don’t Deserve Me
That In The End All You Did Was Hurt Me

I Try To Hate You, But I Can’t Or Maybe I Just Won’t
And If You Want Me Back Again
The Answer Is…

Just Don’t.

The End

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