How arrogant of me to think you should hold on as tightly as I have
To believe that you should cherish my generosity, celebrate my consistency, or even remember my name
What makes me any different from the rest of them?
How could you not erase my love from memory when our eyes no longer meet?
You may have been my sun in an empty sky, in a world that never turns to night
But you’ll always be surrounded by stars
You’ll always be loved enough to help you forget
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