Remember

Remember when we were younger 

We were so in love

Acting like we were going to take on the world

Hand in hand

I still remember the first time 

When you took me into your arms

It was like this inner peace

Washed all over me

Do you remember the way

You used to hold me close

All night long

Just so I could sleep

Remembering how we used to talk 

All night on the phone

Some nights I would fall asleep

And I'd wake to your voice

Remember that time you came home from work

I was cooking your favorite

You put on a new song you heard that reminded you of me

We stopped everything and just danced slowly

Remember the way I used to look at you

Like there was no one else in the world

Anyone could walk by 

My eyes glued on you

I wonder if you remember my eyes

The way you used to stare for hours

Just drowning in them

They were your personal galaxy

Remember the how I used to trace your face

My fingertips just tracing lightly

Gentle and soft

Like a whisper

Don't you remember

The way you loved me at one time

I remember being your world

I remember the happiness....

Remember when it fell apart

The way you tossed me to the side

To just run off with some girl 

You didn't even know

I remember how you abandoned me

On the road in the middle of the snow

Blood dripping down my legs

Watching you drive off with her

Remembering the bitter cold hitting my face

My tears stung and I swear they turned to ice

Just the way my heart did

When you killed it

Remember after I was mad

I still tried to make it work

I really tried to forgive

You kept going

Remember the way you watched me break

Breaking down in sobs for you to stop

Begging you to see how much I loved you

You didn't care

I remember clearly as you turned your back

The day I tried to take my life

You just left and walked out the door

Hoping to find my lifeless body

Reviews

[Jibey]

The first half comes across as a romantic dream, nostalgia for what might have been. The second half exposes the brutality and hurt of a broken relationship.

Well written, with a good eye to a supportive structure in the verses, and a telling sense of the pleasure and the pain.