Everyday when I walk by the park, I walk with my face looking at the ground.
I'm afraid to look up, because there u always are.
It hurts to see how happy you've became.
And when you walk by, it's like I don't know you,
because I don't exist in you anymore.
I am not even a memory, but only a simple number, another name in your book.
You came and swept me with such beautiful lies,
that at the moment; I thaught they were true.
For a second, I was happy and as quickly as it came, it