You're gone
that I can see
but you shouldn't try to think of me.
I wanted to hold you
but I never got the chance to do
what I wanted to
so I always tried to think of you.
The truth was clear to me
but I only tried to deny
what was meant to be
so I always tried to think of you.
Do you remember when the hope was lost?
I thought that it was just a change
in what was really lost
so what's the harm in trying not to try
not to think of me?
