Now you've gone but I still find things of you.
The smell of your cologne you left on my pillow.
Some of your clothes strung out about your old place.
The picture you gave me.
The ring.
The song you sang me. They play it often on the radio.
It's like the entire world knows you've gone.
And they're mocking me, taunting me.
I don't know if I can take it.
So I run to where no one knows me.
Deny my calling.
Shun people.
Change my name because I'm not the same girl.
But things still haunt me, force me to recalim my calling.
Go home and start over.
But I'll never be the same girl I was.
My friends don't realize what you did to me.
Now you're becae, don't ask how, I don't know.
Realization comes and we know we can't go back to what we once were.
I "move on" yeah right. You know I'll always be your girl.
You come here I don't know it. They tell me.
I go there. We talk, fight things. We're together again.
But it's different this time, more alive.
It doesn't last. I'm not supposed to remember. I do.
We leave each other again.
I go back things change a lot.
Now I'm "involved" with a thing.
But he's not you. He leaves.
Comes back insane, I probably did it.
Still I think of you, long for you, lust for you.
But that time is gone now.
I once said when I looked into the future all I saw was you.
It's still true.
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