For You

I bet you don't know how many of those,
Were written especially for you.
You people that though, I already know,
Have nothing with me to do.

Because the past is gone and you've moved on,
I've just slowly blended in with shadows.
You've all moved on and forgotten our songs,
That to my heart I will always hold close.

But I don't mind because I'm not that kind,
To ever show people how I feel.
I'm brain dead and cold, alone will I grow old,
And I won't mind wounds that don't heal.

I bet you don't know how many of those,
Were written especially for you.