I must confess,
that my past is a mess.

I try to move on,
but what I did was so wrong,
I just can't fight it.

I learn to forgive myself,
say that i'm someone else,
but the guilt keeps appearing.

Why can't I move on?
Because I've lost so much along the way.
I'm a different person now.
Maybe it's best this way,
and I hope you know that.