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.
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
Life is what we make it.
It cares not what we do.
No matter how we
In the night
I hear your voice,
but try to fight
to keep my noise.
<No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
The years are taking their toll.
Another birthday has now arrived.
People you mee
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,
who dreamed of the outside sun.
He did l
