The Past

They say your past makes you who you are.
But I'm still stuck back in this war.

Knowing you don't care but still caring my self.
knowing that he's there and it cant be helped.
Because you want him and you don't want me.
Its sad to say this is my reality .

Hundreds of nights I've wondered
Hundreds of nights I couldn't slumber.

The past that we shared.
That past that brought you there.
And the past that kept me here.