The past is behind you,
Where it ought to be;
Don't let it's façade of good times
Lure you back into the warm arms of nostalgia and memories.

The past has passed,
So accept it and move on with life;
Don't let it latch onto your ankles
And chain you down to your old strifes.

The past is what was,
What used to be;
Let it stay that way,
Let the past be something you only see

When the past is teaching you how
To grow, molding into yourself, making a better fit;
Your past doesn't need you,
Nor do you need it.

The past is gone,
It'll only return in your dreams;
Sometimes that's hard and saddening,
But that's only as it seems-

See, the past is growing more
Each and every day;
Just let the past continue on,
And go your separate ways.