I remember, you never did those mainstream promises,
You never told me I was your princess,yet each time
You said those sweet nothings,
You took me to your town,
I know it wasn’t easy,
And this week has been full of romantic disconnections,
But does it hurt for you to say,
That you’ll remember my name,
Even if at the back of your mind.
Cause honey, you are a bad memory,
I cannot erase.
And I’d like to be the pain,
If you feel so,
In your sensations too.
And next time
You trouble a female blood,
You remember what I did to you.
Flowing hate, as you sat there,
Looking at me,
While I was living without you.