The past is the worst thing about living
you can't do anything about it
you can't change it
all you can do is be haunted by it visions
and the memories will never go away

the memories is the worst thing about the past
You can't sit in the spot you used to read
because you can hear his voice reading to you aloud
YOu can't sleep on your old side of the bed
because you can remember him singing you to sleep
You can't make shapes in the celining
because your never ending contest fills your head
Never again can you sing your favorite song
because it was The song
You can't bare to even look at your favorite dress
for the way he's eyes sparkled fills you thoughts
You must never look down at your left hand
because it lays bare of the ring you had to throw away