Haunting my future.

My past is coming back to haunt me,
and it was you who taught me,
hold your head high and always be strong,
never look back just keep moving along.

But now that your gone,
your not here to support me,
i move along on my journey,
with all that you taught me,
but my past is slowly coming back to haunt me.

With friends coming and going,
some being her still,
a tear trickles down my cheak on to my window sill.

I think of my life and where i've done wrong,
not actually knowing where i belong.
who do i trust?
where do i stand?

Some nights when i cry myself to sleep,
I can still hear your voice,
over the top of my weap.
who believes i can do it?
who believes i have changed?
my past is coming back to haunt me and there's only me to blame.