I can't look into the mirror
When I think about myself
I feel ashamed
Past tendencies, past sadness's
Don't compare to where I am
No matter who's to blame
I reached into my pocket
I looked into a hole
Your heart before you locked it
Your face without a soul
I remembered that I was supposed to forget
How good I felt when we first met
When we would laugh and smile in those days before
I remembered that I was supposed to forget
How bad I felt when you left
And the look on your face when you walked out the door
Things I wish I could forget before.
The afternoon turns into winter
I look out of the window
And see your face.
The cold night air no longer hides
The sadness that I feel
The things I can't replace
Messages forgotten
Simple things were lost
Places you had not been
Lines we had not crossed
I remembered that I was supposed to forget
How good I felt when we first met
When we would laugh and smile in those days before
I remembered that I was supposed to forget
How bad I felt when you left
And the look on your face when you walked out the door
Things I wish I could forget before.
Commentary
Today I was at the Wegman's supermarket (side note: the day after Thanksgiving is a great day to go food shopping) and I had once again forgotten my cloth bags. I mentioned it to the cashier, and she told me that her mother tries to purposefully not bring them because she uses the plastic bags for garbage and often runs out of them. She told me that her mother is always trying to remember to forget her bags.
