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I know two who feel
Just as left behind as me
I think that we should
Up and leave
It all

Just them and me

Maybe it would hurt less
If all the friends we've lost
Were far away from us
Maybe it would hurt less
If all those places we went
Were far away from us
Maybe it would hurt less
If I deleted these pictures from my phone

Will you promise to stay?
Will you promise not to fade into apathy?
Her promises meant nothing
When she faded away
Now I must try to forget all the promises
That I made her;
I can't keep them anymore
I can't save them for better times anymore.