I feel it right in the core of my soul
And it keeps me from being whole
I dwell on the past before me
And it taunts me with things that could never be

I feel it right in every breath that I take
And the pain makes me shiver and shake
The imaginary strength is faltering
And I can't do anything to alter it

Stomp on my dreams and crush them
Under the steel toe boots you often
Wore to give you a sense of power
And to make yourself not cower

But everyone knows that the past
Was never meant to last
So why am I dwelling over it?
God, I must be an idiot!