Like the back of my hand
You'll think about him
Everyday
And after time...
Much time
And many moments
When the tears settle in the back of the throat
And joke the life out of you
As if Life has not been lost enough times...
You'll forget to remember him
For one day you will forget to remember
And guilt will set in
Eating you alive
As if you just killed him all over again
And forgotten...
Forgot to remember
Forgot to love
To keep him alive in your heart and mind
And it settles in
He's dead
Like the back of my hand
I know it well
Life and death
And all the moments in between
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