Sometimes I think,
What people will say of me,
When I'm long gone,
When I'm just a memory.
Will someone else say,
That I was a mistake to the world?
That I couldn't do anything right,
And that I was a bumbling girl?
Will I leave an everlasting mark,
And be remembered for all time?
Or will I be forgotten?
Nobody cares that I'm gone, it's fine...
You'll be the first one to forget,
You won't care, anyway.
They say it takes a year to forget someone,
But you didn't even take a day.
I bet you'll be that person,
The one who forgets...
You wanted to hurt me,
But I haven't cried yet.
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