When I think of you...
Now less and less each day.
To be honest, I rarely do.
I can't remember if your eyes were green or blue.
Was your hair the color of fire or hay?
When I think of you...
I can't remember what we used to do,
Or if I listened to what you had to say.
To be honest, I rarely do.
Words just pass right through
My ears and continue on their way
When I think of you...
Did you take my words for truth
When I said I wanted you to stay?
To be honest, I rarely do.
A part of me always knew
That I'd forget you one day.
When I think of you...
To be honest, I rarely do.
What did you think
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