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Promise Me.
I believe now I'll spend an eternity chasing you.
Forever chasing, yet always one step behind.
I can comprehend the fact that I’ve pushed you too far.
You’re far too strong to be led on by me, but I ask of you;
Keep a place for me where no one,
Not even you, can reach.
Somewhere dark, deep and far away.
Just don’t forget me.
Promise me, that you’ll keep yourself strong.
Promise me, that you’ll make it through everything.
No matter how far away you are from me, I just need to know you’re alive.
I can live without you, but I cannot live in a world without you.
I can’t forget you, and I can’t just give up 4 years.
No matter how hard I try, it’s not going away. I can see that.
No matter how much that hurts, or how much it breaks me,
I don’t ever want to give up this pain.
It’s the last thing I have left of you to remember.
I have the one kiss, and the words you whispered.
I have your initials in my skin, and you’re face in my head.
But those are nothing but dull reminders of mistakes and dreams.
The pain reminds me of what happened.
And that it was real.
I try not to miss you.
I try not to care.
I try to hate you.
Why can’t I hate you?
Why can’t I let go of what you’re doing to me?
Forever chasing, yet always one step behind.
I can comprehend the fact that I’ve pushed you too far.
You’re far too strong to be led on by me, but I ask of you;
Keep a place for me where no one,
Not even you, can reach.
Somewhere dark, deep and far away.
Just don’t forget me.
Promise me, that you’ll keep yourself strong.
Promise me, that you’ll make it through everything.
No matter how far away you are from me, I just need to know you’re alive.
I can live without you, but I cannot live in a world without you.
I can’t forget you, and I can’t just give up 4 years.
No matter how hard I try, it’s not going away. I can see that.
No matter how much that hurts, or how much it breaks me,
I don’t ever want to give up this pain.
It’s the last thing I have left of you to remember.
I have the one kiss, and the words you whispered.
I have your initials in my skin, and you’re face in my head.
But those are nothing but dull reminders of mistakes and dreams.
The pain reminds me of what happened.
And that it was real.
I try not to miss you.
I try not to care.
I try to hate you.
Why can’t I hate you?
Why can’t I let go of what you’re doing to me?
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