Photographs and memories
Endless throwback scenes. 
I tried to throw it all away 
But your presence kept on coming back to me.
I picked up the broken pieces 
and in the process I got wounded
Hands full of scars and bleeding,
A life that has almost ended.
Voice that resonates the room
Echoes loud and clear 
A name that is always mentioned
Slowly deafens me.
Teach me how to forget you
Let me learn what to do 
Make me realize that my heart 
will never be meant for you
Never let this feeling prolong
Don't make my hopes high.
'Cause if you can't learn to love me,
at least teach me how to unlove you...
- MMB
 

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