When all this is said and done. . .
You won’t remember me. . .
The forgotten I will become.
You’ll never know my misery. . .

You just couldn’t make me believe. . .
You wouldn’t put you faith within me. . .
You couldn’t stay you just had to leave. . .
Me being me I always had to disagree . . .

I guess I was only dreaming. . .
And you were just deceiving.
Why couldn’t we live on dreams and lies?
And now I am just stuck here spilling out too late good-byes.

Time after time I just lie here and remember. . .
I go through all the good times and all the bad. . .
All those lazy days in December.
But you will move onwards to that I will be glad. . .

But I will sit here and wait and bleed. . .
I miss you so much but yet I won’t sit here and plead. . .
You’re gone and I’ve chosen not to move on.
But I only wish of you one thing; remember me. . .

I wrote it a few months ago, it's bad. I'm bored. It works.