Silent cures.
Deadly sins.
Lost hopes.
Careless spins,
of what we once knew,
lost in the fade.
Forgetting the dreams,
to what was to stay.
And here we are,
forgetting the words I spoke so true.
Forgetting the chances I gave to you.
Forgetting my love you threw it away.
Forgetting the sins they only lasted a day.

And forgetting this poem,
that I dedicated to you.
Forgetting me,
forgetting us, for we are through.

Forgetting is hard,
and so is this pain.
Hard to let go,
and hard to mantain.

So fire down the fences,
let it run free.
We are what we want,
and want what we see.