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I don’t want to forget,
But I’m not ready to remember yet,
What we had, or what went on;
It just reminds me you’re gone.
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I’ve been told I’m a machine,
At only eighteen.
There’s a lack of emotion
In my facial expression.
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What do you do,
When the person you want doesn’t want you?
How do you heal,
And push from your mind everything you feel?
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I long for your smile,
To feel your touch,
If only for a while,
I miss you so much.
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Ahhh the sweet taste of rope,
How easy it would be,
To sling a noose,
And hang from a tree.
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For in the dark, among the trees,
There lies a man upon the leaves.
He is not asleep, nor is he awake,
Yet he lies in wait for his lover’s sake.
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You shout my name,
I turn to look.
There’s no one there,
I feel the despair.
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Yesterday I died.
I don’t know how it happened,
I don’t know what I went wrong.
All I know is I’m gone.
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I sit and stare out to sea,
It’s where I long to be.
Away from here, away from England.
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I drink to lift these dark moods,
Yet all it does is makes things worse.
I can’t leave these lonely roads,
I feel as if I’m cursed.
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I see the hot summer’s day through the glass.
It draws me out and takes me away.
I can’t help but think
of those summers in Lahinch.
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I sit and watch the people pass,
Going about their lives as if in a trance.
Nothing changes, everything’s the same.
I do suppose I will be game.
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Forgetting Things

I don’t want to forget,
But I’m not ready to remember yet,
What we had, or what went on;
It just reminds me you’re gone.

Remember what we had,
Remember what we lost,
Remember what we said,
Remember what it cost.

A friendship of ours,
A friendship so strong,
A friendship of years,
A friendship gone wrong.

It can’t happen again,
It can’t be repeated.
What then,
If things get heated?

Give me a while,
To find my feet.
Don’t give me that smile,
Or I’ll want a repeat.

Let us retreat,
To our friendship of old,
Before that week,
That week of gold.

So things are normal,
Just like before.
But now they’re so formal,
It’s such a bore.

Sometimes I want to go back,
To what we had,
To give it a crack,
Before I go mad.

I don’t want to forget,
But I’m not ready to remember yet,
What we begun,
Or what we could have done.

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