1164.) I wish I could get rid of all our memories. I thought at first I wanted to remember everything, from the colour of your eyes to the taste of your lips and the sound of your voice, or the way you held me. Now I’m sure of one thing: I want you out of my life, I want to stop loving you. I don’t want to hurt my heart or my arms anymore for someone who killed me like you did. ‘Cause yeah, you killed me from the inside, slowly but surely.