Once again I walk this road,
The road that goes down the dark path of a hated world.
To which the truths of its path are rarely told.
And things happen so fast that each event is blurred.
The sun shines bright, but it seems dark to me,
The sudden passionate anger that comes unknown,
Where these feelings leave me dwindling and week.
Of all these things that I am left with untold.
Disappointed and hurt, these feeling of despair,
Contemplating thoughts that have no end,
Answers that leave me questioning as well as unprepared.
Ideas that haunt me loath an increasing trend.
But nothing I can do can make me come back to you.
As hard as I try, I can not put the past behind.
No matter what you say, all the words you use,
Everything I hear and see feels like a shrine.
You say the past is left behind,
But in time it will come back again.
Reoccurring pasts are always on my mind,
and the lies you told leaves questions instead.
What I'm going through is hard to describe,
Everything you ever told seems like a lie.
I don't even know who you are anymore,
but you are not the person that I had feelings for.
