You're out with your friends making new memories, while I'm trying to stave off activities that would only pull us more apart - and what good would that be?
I'm trying so hard not to say that everything is gonna be okay. I try to hold my tongue, but it's a lost cause 'cause I still remember how good it was. You think we're better off this way; I'm sure that we can be okay.
We both stopped calling and it's both for your own sake, but how many promises do you intend to break? It seems that all I do is forgive, give or take.
But... I don't mind. It's hard to stay mad when you've had the times we've had. If I hold your hand is that a lost cause or will you remember how good we were? I hope we meet again one day...
I'm so lost. I'm so lost 'cause nothing affects me like your memory does. We might be better off this way, but who are we to even say?
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