Just A Memory

Just a memory, that's all that I am
remaining as a thought in your mind.
Gone too far in the cold to be told,
I'm too old, that's all that I am.

Too old to be thought of still,
too cold to remember the heat;
that fire that kept us burning
when together we fell in a heap.

To speak of me gets harder for you,
harder, harder, impossible.
You're forgetting me, forgetting me,
but you still say it's not your fault.

Pretend it was me who destroyed your life,
pretend you were the good one.
Go to hell, not to say: follow me,
'cause that's right where I've just come from.

I'll send you to where you've sent me to.
You deserve it, of that I am sure.
I'd seriously do if you'd not made me to
just a forgotten memory.

Just a memory, that's all that I am
remaining as a thought in your mind.
Gone too far in the cold to be told,
I'm too old, that's all that I am.

I loved you and you only left me,
that really was not very kind.
I loved you and you only left me;
how could I ever be that blind?!