Why don’t you let me forget you . . .
You don’t really want ME anyway . . .
I remember the way you feel,
Your skin against mine,
The way you touched me,
The heat between our bodies,
The way your hair brushed across my breasts
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.
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When I’m almost over my addiction . . . you find me somehow . . .
You say HI and ask me how I am
You say you wish me well
You say you miss & want me . . .
And in that moment I know . . .
I can believe your words or walk away . . .
Been walking away a year . . . yet you somehow keep finding me
Let me go . . .
Let me be . . .
I was an open book for you to read . . . but
You weren’t in the mood to read
Your choice . . .
We are free . . .
To do and believe in any way we do, so . . .
Let me go
Let me be
Set me free . . . in your mind
I was never yours to hold alone . . .
Stop fighting with your wants
Start living with your haves
I won’t ever wish and wonder anymore
You are my past
You are my never gained
I won’t write of you again . . .
I set you free that way ~ the all I ever really had
