More I run away from something, more it comes back to me.
More I try to forget you, more your memories keep coming to me.
I see you when I play my guitar
I see you when I pass by the lanes where we used to slow our car
I see you when I see an ad of that eating joint where we used to spend hours
I see you when I see the CDs you gifted me lying in my car
I see you when I see that 5 star chocolate bar
I see you whenever I take the shower
I see you when I hear your favourite song, which I have heard with you
I see you when I see that hat and that charger, which belongs to you,
And I wonder what all memories do I need to delete
More I try to forget you, more your memories keep coming to me.
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