Sitting with only memories. Yea that's all I have of us. I held a torn picture of you so close to my heart. I throw it, not caring where it lands. It wasn't my fault that I've grown to be the person you'd come to hate. But the memories show a person that you'd say that you'd love forever. It's hard knowing that I have to move on and away from a person who still has my heart. Just let me go. That's all I ask. It seems as though you don't know you have my heart. It's gonna be hard trying to live my life without you.
