The Past
If the past is really the past then why do we allow it to overtake us?
I scream, kick and carry on over the past. The past follows us into the future.
If you're not careful it will repeat it itself. When everything turns to dust we look at our past and think what could have, should have, why couldn't it have been. When the wax drips with blood
We have lost our will to carry on. Not everyone carries on delightedly if they do then they are lying too you. The past is the past then why do I allow it to kill me. I can not move on, I can not stand alone.
I scream, kick and carry on over the past. The past follows us into the future.
If you're not careful it will repeat it itself. When everything turns to dust we look at our past and think what could have, should have, why couldn't it have been. When the wax drips with blood
We have lost our will to carry on. Not everyone carries on delightedly if they do then they are lying too you. The past is the past then why do I allow it to kill me. I can not move on, I can not stand alone.