Once in a while I hold on too tightly,
To these things that might be,
As this world around me,
Tries so spittedly,
To destroy this past,
I've clinged to like cash,
As it mangles at last,
This last piece of trash,
Finally letting go and looking back,
On all that I can,
Flashbacks to days back then,
When all was still without the cracks,
I remember history repeats,
So I can move on ahead,
Feeling tired and beat,
Moving for my bed...