There now, just fading in my mind,
irrelevant echoes of mankind.
I never met their demands.
And they never gave me half a chance.

And I don’t know
another thing to talk about.
But I don’t ask for your help
so you can just
forget me.
Forget about me.
Forget me.
Forget about me.

Traitors to the open hearted
consign me to my faith.
And name their own price
to leave with the story.

And still...
thinking of ways to keep my pride from running out.
Thinking of ways to keep my time from running out.
Thinking of ways to keep my pride from running out.
Thinking of ways to keep my time from running out.

Forget me.
Forget about me.
Forget me.
Forget about me.
Forget me.
Forget about me.
Forget me.
Forget about me.