Acordar

Well my tears fall down as I try to forget,
Her love was a joke from the day that we met.
All of the words, all of her men,
all of my pain when I think back to when.

Remember her hair as it shone in the sun,
the smell of the bed when I knew what she'd done.

Tell myself over and over you won't ever need her again



(Jeff Buckley, Forget Her)