Why hold on to the past
when the past doesn't want me
The past are just memories
of who I used to be.

Why does it even matter
for that life has gone away-
Those days I thought meant everything
was never meant to stay.

Why bother reminiscing
when it means nothing to anyone
Why envy all the yesterdays
for all those days are gone.

Why does my mind keep going back
why must it always see
Those days of loving happiness
that is no longer meant for me.