"Traces"
There are reasons I didn't allow it all--
All those simple things that were natural to do.
Because every memory after I'm gone
Would become another way to torture you.
The pictures would just become a mirror
To a future you knew we could never have.
They would capture a moment you should forget--
A remembrance of what's already passed.
A song that was ours would haunt you so,
Echoing easily throughout your day.
It was another tie I couldn't allow,
So that you wouldn't hold onto me that way.
I refused to go to your house again and again,
Because sooner or later I'd leave you behind.
I didn't want to be where you are so often,
Nor leave any trace of me to remind.
You don't need the pain I'm going through now--
To see the other every where you step.
If I had wanted to be mean, I'd have given in to you,
And left traces of me so you'd never forget.
All those simple things that were natural to do.
Because every memory after I'm gone
Would become another way to torture you.
The pictures would just become a mirror
To a future you knew we could never have.
They would capture a moment you should forget--
A remembrance of what's already passed.
A song that was ours would haunt you so,
Echoing easily throughout your day.
It was another tie I couldn't allow,
So that you wouldn't hold onto me that way.
I refused to go to your house again and again,
Because sooner or later I'd leave you behind.
I didn't want to be where you are so often,
Nor leave any trace of me to remind.
You don't need the pain I'm going through now--
To see the other every where you step.
If I had wanted to be mean, I'd have given in to you,
And left traces of me so you'd never forget.