I try to remember the good times, but my thoughts are full of the overflowing bad ones.
The hurtful words that broke my heart, when you were the one who was suppose to save me.
I counted on you 150% more then anyone else,
and yet you were the first one to turn on me.
So much has changed, and I'm not part of that.
I'm the forgotten memory in the corner, that you kicked over and over again.
