Can you recall those times when we used to pretend to be someone else?
Can you tell the difference from who we were supposed to be?
Or have you forgotten the true meaning of our lies?

Don't obliterate it all just because it's useless now.
Cherish it as a part of what you still could have been,
if you didn't take the path our meeting unveiled

What lies ahead must be protected,
Not by forgeting the past
But in forgiving it instead.