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Forgetting is the Hardest Part.
There's no doubt,
It was always you..
From that first time you walked me home, til you stole my heart under that August moon..
It was always you,
It was always you..
Now it hurts to see your pretty smile fade,
I gotta front row seat to watch you drift away,
I know there's nothing left for us to say,
But that's okay..
It's okay..
There's no getting over you,
I tried to sugarcoat the truth,
but the missing you is tearing me apart..
Every kiss I let slip away..
Every minute, every second of every day,
the memories make it easy to break a heart..
But forgetting,
forgetting is the hardest part.
Sometimes I sit here,
feeling like a ghost..
it's the emptiness I think that hurts the most..
But a piece of me still holds a little hope..
I should just let go,
but I can't let go..
The missing you is tearing me apart..
Forgetting is the hardest part..
It's time to pull myself together,
and put these pieces back wherever,
maybe one day I'll find love again..
There's no getting over you,
I've tried to sugarcoat the truth..
a million times,
but I'm still torn apart..
The memories make it easy to break a heart..
But forgetting..
forgetting is the hardest part..
It was always you..
From that first time you walked me home, til you stole my heart under that August moon..
It was always you,
It was always you..
Now it hurts to see your pretty smile fade,
I gotta front row seat to watch you drift away,
I know there's nothing left for us to say,
But that's okay..
It's okay..
There's no getting over you,
I tried to sugarcoat the truth,
but the missing you is tearing me apart..
Every kiss I let slip away..
Every minute, every second of every day,
the memories make it easy to break a heart..
But forgetting,
forgetting is the hardest part.
Sometimes I sit here,
feeling like a ghost..
it's the emptiness I think that hurts the most..
But a piece of me still holds a little hope..
I should just let go,
but I can't let go..
The missing you is tearing me apart..
Forgetting is the hardest part..
It's time to pull myself together,
and put these pieces back wherever,
maybe one day I'll find love again..
There's no getting over you,
I've tried to sugarcoat the truth..
a million times,
but I'm still torn apart..
The memories make it easy to break a heart..
But forgetting..
forgetting is the hardest part..
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