When you are old and tired, and sickness breeds in you, I hope you forget me
then, forget what I've done to you.
You were my only friend.
Then I was half alive.
That's more than I could ever ask, but I took your trust and ruined you.
If you were here with me in this room, I'd stand right in front of you, and
beg you to forget, I was ever inside you.
You were the only thing I ever owned, worth anything at all, and still I
took your heart and held it and turned it to stone.
When you are sick and tired, and you're confined to your memory, throw me
out of your mind:
I've been turned to stone.
