Not Meant To Be

Isn’t there any button that you can press to erase the past? To erase all the memories that I have of you? To forget that you ever existed, forget that you were a part of my life, a part of me and forget that you took a piece of my heart when you left, that’s what I want. I wanna forget you said goodbye. I wanna forget you said you didn’t love me. I wanna forget I used to be your mannequin. You were my last, my first. You were my all. Or at least that’s what I thought. I guess it was not meant to be. Now all that’s left to do is pick up the pieces and try to put my heart back together. Alone. And start over.