Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some cannot let it go.

In their heads, it eats away

Until all their focus becomes

The person they used to be,

The mistakes they made in their life.

Oh, if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened,

No matter how hard you try,

No matter how much you think about it,

No matter how much you cry.

Because the past is the past for a reason.

It's been, and now it is gone,

So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.

It's done, it's unchangeable; move on.

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