Texty:
Forgetmenot

Wash your hands from all those men Who've placed their hands on you. Bite your tongue for all those words That seem to be put on you. This is a miracle

I've got a plan to keep you in my life To keep you for all time As long as you could stay mine. But you're holding back On all those stupid things we

If only you knew what went on In those sheets when you were gone. (Empty promises can't replace all the mistakes we've made But I will.) Remind you of