its funny how the dark days treated me
they were so much kinder than the light days seem to be  
its kind of ironic how I was so sad in the dark days
but yet In the light days I become nostalgic for the dark days
I find myself looking for that voice that used to haunt me
and when I find her I seem to repeat the dark days the way the used to be
I just want to leave them behind
but they follow me wherever I go
therefor I cant run because wherever I hide I know they will find me
and then they will haunt me into a deeper pit of darkness
why cant I leave it all behind and start afresh
I know why, it seems to be that I'm not letting go,
but by writing this it is my time to say goodbye
and finally after all these years
let go.