Genevieve Pilat (02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)
Remember the moment in the city?
Or do you give us lots of pity?
Remember the moment of our prom dance?
Did you even give my love a chance?
Our relationship was full of bliss
Like the time of our first kiss
And when you said you loved me so
How I wished you didn’t go.
In the past it was the same
Now we play a different game
In the past we talked at nights
Now our talks turned into fights.
Why did you leave out the door?
Not giving me a word or more?
Did you know that when we part
You somehow always break my heart?
Remember the moment of our scrapbook?
So that we can always go back and look?
Now a day instead of glad
Those memories have made me sad.
As I look back I truly see
What you really meant to me
And how I fell into your arms
And bought your lies with your charms.
Before you were sweet and kind
You truly blew away my mind
You made me laugh when you didn’t try
You made me smile when I would cry.
Your words had always gave me life
Hoping to eventually be your wife
But a shadow came from up above
Trying to take away our love.
Now your words have turned sour
Shocking that the love I knew was ours
I hoped at nights you’d change your ways
Hoping that our love stays.
Remember the moment that we kept?
It’s hard for me to even except
How you acted cruel and mean
But that’s what you are: a memory.
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