If it weren't for the scars
I wouldn't remember,
as you don't remember,
me and you.
My free will was gone
my mind wasn't sane
there was no right or wrong,
with you, by you.
But it wasn't the same
so I went away
hoping always that you'd see.
But you just didn't care
and you didn't go there
and you still don't remember,
you and me.
