You pay for it everday.
No matter what you do now.
No matter how much you've changed
And in your heart, you know you've changed.
No one from your past, especially the ones you loved,
The ones you hurt, and the ones you loved to hurt repeatedly.
No one will ever see you for who you know you have become, no,
People only know and see the past, your whole hamper of ***** laundry.

They only render you with a nostalgia of disgust and pity
And tell everyone who mentions your name
About the things you did, the actions for which you repent.
The price you pay everyday for the person of yesterday.

The one who paled with every drug
Cannot repay.
The one who speaks can only shrug
And pray

For another day to wash away
The grime that's left and always stays.
The one who walks in public stained
Will wince and pay for another day.