My memory fails me as I try to remember
that cold blustery evening the eighth of December-
we were in the park-we had gotten in a fight-
the sound between us was empty that night.

The conflict was stupid, but I can't remember what it was-
I had put you an a pedestal, as every young girl does.
I remember the look-that was plastered on your face-
but now I wish I didn't, I wish it could be erased.

I had lost your love, your friendship, your trust-
even that fiery, once passionate, lust.
So we were broken-all because of me-
but what did I do, what could it be?

If I could remember I'd tell you up front,
be totally honest, if that's what you want.
Just help me off your doorstep and let me in your door-
because I want to say I'm sorrry, although I can'r remember what
for.


 
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