Forget Me (Piano Acoustic)

[Verse 1]
Days ache and nights are long
Two years and still you're not gone
Guess I'm still holding on
Drag my name through the dirt
Somehow it doesn't hurt though
Guess you're still holding on
You told your friends you want me dead
And said that I did everything wrong
And you're not wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I'll take all the vitriol
But not the thought of you moving on

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm not ready
To find out you know how to forget me
I'd rather hear how much you regret me
And pray to God that you'd never met me
Than forget me
Oh, I hate to know I made you cry
But love to know I cross your mind, babe, oh
Even aftеr all, it'd still wreck me
To find out you know how to forget mе
Even after all this time

[Verse 2]
Days ache and nights are grey
My heart is still your place, babe
Guess I still feel the same
Know you can't stand my face
Some scars you can't erase, babe
Guess you still feel the same

[Pre-Chorus]
Well, I'll take all the vitriol
But not the thought of you moving on

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm not ready
To find out you know how to forget me
I'd rather hear how much you regret me
And pray to God that you'd never met me
Than forget me
Oh, I hate to know I made you cry
But love to know I cross your mind, babe, oh
Even after all, it'd still wreck me
To find out you know how to forget me
Even after all this time

[Bridge]
I'm not ready to let you forget me, to let you forget me, to let you for—, ooh
I'm not ready to let you forget me, to let you forget me, to let you for—, ooh (Even after all this time)
I'm not ready to let you forget me, to let you forget me, to let you for—, ooh
I'm not ready to let you forget me, to let you forget me, to let you for—, ooh

[Chorus]
'Cause I'm not ready
To find out you know how to forget me
I'd rather hear how much you regret me
And pray to God that you'd never met me
Than forget me
Oh, I hate to know I made you cry
But love to know I cross your mind, babe, oh
Even after all, it'd still wreck me
To find out you know how to forget me
Even after all this time