Broken memories.
broken memories.
Those memories are killing me.
Do you remember how it used to be?
You kissed me softly and sweet,
While we were standing in the street.
I loved you more than anything.
But after all, our love meant nothing.
After a few months, you maked me sad.
I was broken and you were mad.
So after a while I said goodbye.
Now I am forgetting you, at least I try.
But thinking of these memories still make me cry.
Do you remember how it used to be?
You kissed me softly and sweet,
While we were standing in the street.
I loved you more than anything.
But after all, our love meant nothing.
After a few months, you maked me sad.
I was broken and you were mad.
So after a while I said goodbye.
Now I am forgetting you, at least I try.
But thinking of these memories still make me cry.
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