Under my ***** nails and my fake smile and my long sleeves
are my regrets and my scars glassy

eyes wishing to cry wishing
to shut for so long that they can't open back up
wishing and hoping for a blanket to hide myself in

You can be the saddest person
but you can never be the happiest
you can hope for the most and you can wish for the best
but  you can't think about the past

because the past can ruin you
the past can take you limb by limb
Finger by finger
eyelash by eyelash

and rip you apart the past can bring tears to your eyes and the past can  

can keep your heart from beating

the past is a deadly thing
the past is why it stays in the past
the past is why it's not the future and
the past is not our hope and it is not our wish.