The Superlative of Lyricism

Mar 19, 2010

Forgotten

I wish I were forgotten just to be left alone,
yet there they are at my door and on my telephone.
Telling how I've hurt them and told them lots of lies.
Now they're torn and broken, living in their ruined lives.
Because of me they suffer, though I do not think so.
It's 'cause of their own actions that I turn to go.
Dealing with my memory, they say they can't go on.
Wishing I were theirs, can't face that I have gone.
Blame flows like an avalanche falling on my shoulders.
A heavy, torturous thing, feeling much like boulders.
I am close to God and that is what they need,
but they never listened, to my words they did not heed.
So for the sake of happiness, I finally choose to run,
then their hearts just fall apart, their souls have come undone.
It's all your fault you stupid girl, say the ones who lost.
Now because I left them I begin to pay the cost.
Day after day the story comes in of how he cannot last,
how he wishes he had not allowed me to slip past.
It's all my fault their lives are gone, so they all say.
The blame pours in, and in, and in, each and every day.
It's NOT my fault, I scream at them, that you can't handle me.
Why can't I be forgotten, why can't you all just see?
It's your doings that brought us here so far from happiness.
You miss my voice, my scent, my mind, my little sweet caress.
If I stayed my dreams would die, for you are not the one.
I can do much better than you and still have all my fun.
I do not need the guilt you give for it is not for me.
For the pain you caused us all, you shall pay the fee.
I won't be there anymore on those days you need to cry.
I won't take this crap from you on me you can't rely.
Deal with it without me, for I've forgotten you,
and if you ask me, you should do the same thing too.

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