Forgotten

Did you even think of me before you made your score?
Did I even cross your mind or am I already a faded memory?
Am I something of the past, something dirty, something never to be forgiven...
I have already wasted away waiting for you to think of me and I am still waiting to hear your words, but they will never come.
But now it is your turn to waste away waiting for me, because now I have gone and it is your turn to wait for the words that will never come.