My Present is My Past
The past is the past
What happens there stays there
Don't fret about it
That's what they all say
So why is it that my memories don't seem to fade
My wounds feel deeper
My heart cries more
And I'm lost in myself once again
They say time heals all
But why am I still in pieces
How long must I wait
Till things from my past
Stay in the past
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