Forgotten

Sometimes I wonder,
Are you forgetting?
Am I there in your memories rotting?
Sometimes I wonder,
Was I just your toy?
Something for you mess with,
Someting for you to screw with...
Sometimes I wonder...
Am I forgotten?
Was I that rotten?
Was I a bad friend?
Does that all depend?

Forgotten...
Heh...such a word...
I'm so used to it that they should write it on my forehead...
That can not be washed away by the tears that I shed...

So remember this:
When you're down...
Or high and dry...
Remember me...
The forgotten memory...