It use to be what
Would haunt me
In my dreams
Make me cry
Waking up with blood shot eyes
I let my past creep in my mind
Let it torment me
Every night
I counted the days
It would go away
Until that day
I would pray
To see the day
When I could not wait
Now I'm here
On with life
Looking pass
That past of mine
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
It use to be what
Would haunt me
In my dreams
Make me cry
Waking up with blood shot eyes
I let my past creep in my mind
Let it torment me
Every night
I counted the days
It would go away
Until that day
I would pray
To see the day
When I could not wait
Now I'm here
On with life
Looking pass
That past of mine
