When you are old and tired, and sickness breeds in you, I hope you forget me  then, forget what I've done to you.  You were my only friend.  Then I was half alive.  That's more than I could ever ask, but I took your trust and ruined you.  If you were here with me in this room, I'd stand right in front of you, and  beg you to forget, I was ever inside you.  You were the only thing I ever owned, worth anything at all, and still I  took your heart and held it and turned it to stone.  When you are sick and tired, and you're confined to your memory, throw me  out of your mind:  I've been turned to stone.