Dead Love

Faces in your diary All the poems which made you sad Now it needs a surgery To remove me from inside your head It seems to be a perjury And the promise I've too ignored If our love is a luxury Once you were searching for Now you don't want it for anymore You don't need me for sure You don't need me for sure So to memory store 'Cause I can not afford you for sure Now it feels like before I don't need you for sure We don't need us for sure