"Moving On"

One day, when you've moved on too,

and I'm part of your history -

because, in the end, they always do -

will you think of me?


I'm too intense. It scares people away.

That's their excuse.

They just don't bother - do not want to stay.

You can't make them, and so it's no real use


to beg or cry, or even calmly tell

them just how much you care.

You must not scream, and must not yell

that it's not bloody fair.


It isn't, though - but tell me:

When you've moved on too,

will I be ancient history

to you,

and will you remember that I said


that I'll never forget about you?

That when I tell you that I care - it's true.