the biggest lie I've ever been told is
"the past is in the past"
because mine has never stayed there
it's running ahead of me, destroying
everything before I can even get to it
and I'm constantly trying to chase it
down
because maybe if I can touch it
maybe then I can change it's mind
but it's always just fingertips away
and its laughing at me
its every door slammed in my face
and every boy who won't hold my hand
and every old "friend" who won't even
glance my way anymore
the past is here, now
its the only one who stayed
so don't you dare tell me
"the past is in the past"
when its right here spilling out
of me into the bathroom sink
-(via anonymous)
