I can still feel my heart beating
But soon I’ll be in my grave
My memories of you
Have slowly began to fade
The rust of our love
Has began to build
In another month or two
And I’ll be out of this living hell
It seems you don’t notice
That I was your friend
It seems you don’t notice
That we’ve hit our end
Your scent still lingers
In my room to this day
But I got a fan
That will be blowing it all away
I never meant to hurt you
But you turned and ran
Left me here alone
With worries in my hands
I wish that you’d know
I wrote you this song
But you won’t talk to me
For the wrong that I’ve done
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