We cry over
Friends will will never have back
People we once loved
Bridges that have been burnt
But there is a reason for that
The past is in the past
You only have so much room in your life,
Save it,
For people that deserve it.
Chances are
If someone is in the past
They deserve to stay there.
I keep dragging you out
Of the back of the closet
The closet of my past
You keep following me out
Making me happy
Then crushing my soul
Back into the past
But still in the for front
Of my mind
Did you really ever go to the past
If I never stopped thinking about you
