The Past

by jello   Aug 16, 2005


Now it’s over.
There’s nothing left.
This is the present
And that was the past.

You told me lies.
So many regrets.
Now I’m dying.
So don’t fret.

Crazy as it seems.
I want to look back.
Try to change the mistakes.
And not forget.

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