not even a memory

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life

 I went walking today
it’s just like running away
but as the sky, turns blue-black
I always turn back
.
cold memories, sprang up, for no reason at all
hot tears, pooled in my eyes, and I let them fall
It happens, less and less
I guess that’s progress
.
I cannot wait
until I can lock the gait
shutting out, all those, stone cold memories
can’t wait, until there’s none of you, left with me
.
you won’t even be a memory
you won’t mean a thing to me
soon, I’ll forget to remeber
I’ll break free, of December
.
and it won’t hurt, no it won’t sting
because you won’t mean a thing
I’m moving, at a slow pace
but soon, I’ll forget, the shape of your face