There’s not much left of you with me
Maybe just a blur within my memory

I can’t recall the last time we’ve spoke
When neither of us felt like we would choke

And when you said goodbye
I promised I would be fine

You told me you would stay safe
Here we stand scratched-up face to face

Just as we said, back in July
Nothing has changed between you, them, or I

Your heart speaks a language I don’t understand
Saying you’d simply rather hold my hand

It wouldn’t be fair to say you don’t care
But was it love that was really there?

The moon hasn’t risen since you’ve been away
And your voice gets foggier everyday

I hate to say it, because you’re what I live for
But I just keep forgetting more and more

Nothing will kill this love
Though, it might have as many craters as the moon above

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