Print

Forget my name, forget my number Please pass on invitations that never should have came You're that memory I never meant to birth You're that last memory Sharp features pollute a worthy face Disgraceful disaster, miserable results disasterful for now and after You're that memory I never meant to birth One more word alone and I'll grind down to the bone The lines up and down tell our tales Blades meant to leave exits and trails And you tell me you have no idea that you have No reason, no way of knowing Whether one last season is coming or going I liked you more before I knew who you were Refine complex talk pared down to its essential end Forgive you not, never to feel this, never to mend Chances I never take expose the smiles That make my spirit shake I may need that exit on second thought I never asked your opinions Or meant to sell all half-truths you bought Feel me, why won't you want me ? When will you need me ? I wish you'd forget me From Letras Mania