They say
Don't dwell
But in it,
The past, I fell
Slipping, sliding
Remembering, crying
From the hurt I was reeling,
The pain of the Past.
Leave me be, I beg you,
Leave me out to sort this through
You shred through my present,
Thus my hope for my future is too few.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
They say
Don't dwell
But in it,
The past, I fell
Slipping, sliding
Remembering, crying
From the hurt I was reeling,
The pain of the Past.
Leave me be, I beg you,
Leave me out to sort this through
You shred through my present,
Thus my hope for my future is too few.
