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Forgetting You
I still have your sweatshirt, I borrowed it months ago.
It still smells like you, like cigarettes and cologne.
I miss your sent; I miss your voice,
But you took your own life, which was not my choice.
Just last week I erased the last voice mail you left…
You said, “ I love you” now I wish I could tell you
That I love you to. I still have the image
Of you in my head. You have changed a lot,
Now that you’re dead: your eyes once full of love,
Now just beg me to be free. I miss you.
I miss our stupid fights; I miss those late nights,
When you would help me fall asleep.
I heard our song on the radio yesterday,
I remember when we would sing and dance along
With every song we knew. I remember so many things,
So many things, that I have gone insane…
I hope you’re happy where ever you are…
And just so you know I cant forget you,
And all of things we used to do. You left me here
alone

Two Sick Hearts
Have you ever wondered, why we are here?
And, have you ever felt like no one knows there? Nobody seems to care
And you can’t help but wonder if you’re still alive. Is my heart still beating?
Maybe they’re not the ones who need help, maybe its me that has lost my mind.
They all say that we are too young to know love that’s true.
Have you ever wondered, have you ever wondered
If what they say is true? About me and you, and all the games we play.

Do you find it funny how two sick hearts fall so quickly in love?
Is this love?

What do I know about keeping it together?
What do you know about love, if you chose me?
What do they know about what we feel?
No one else has ever had this,
This thing that keeps two sick hearts
Well when they are together.
We can breathe again, and just pick up the pieces
As if nothing ever happened, but it did…
And I cant help but wonder why your still around.
There is just something about this, just something about this,
That is untouchable, unmovable, unbreakable.

They all say that we are too young to know love that’s true.
Have you ever wondered, have you ever wondered
If what they say is true? About me and you, and all the games we play.
Do you find it funny how two sick hearts fall so quickly in love?

What do I know about keeping it together?
What do you know about love, if you chose me?
What do they know about what we feel?
This thing that keeps two sick hearts
Well when they are together.
We can breathe again, and just pick up the pieces
As if nothing ever happened, but it did…
This thing that keeps two sick hearts
Well when they are together,
And its love…
Its love….