don't forget about me
your lips don't tast the same
your eyes survey me with apparent shame
I use to be your ghetto hero
Now all I bring you is pain and sorrow
don't forget about me
you fall asleep when I lay with you
what am I suppose to do
I suspect that loving me is beginning to be a chore
what happened to the woman I used to adore
don't forget about to me
you don't communicate and smile
I hope soon we can reconcile
Before it's much too late
please don't forget about me
Do you still love me?
even throughout my stupidity
we all make bad decisions and mistakes
I am sorry for causing you pain and heartaches
please don't forget about me
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