You Were Never Mine To Keep

You were never mine to keep
One day, I know, you shall go
You tell me now that I'm your friend
But you shall forget, I believe so.

Time is the instrument
of the cruel archer that strings its bow
Our remaining time grows ever shorter
And soon I must go

This departure I want not
but is a must in my life
You too would think me odd
To linger and increase my strife

You tell me that you miss me
But I know that it cannot be true
Time heals even the deepest wounds of division
I shall become a forgotten memory for you

So miss me but let me go
For this also pains me
Present me now with your time
So we may spend it all together.