I'm staring at before
& Now for the sake of grief
I'm lying to myself
& Playing make-believe
Pretending what we were
Was more than what it was
& Though I may embellish it
It matters not because...
The painting's still the same
No matter how I frame it
The object's what it is
No matter what I name it
& History stands firm
I cannot rearrange it
The past will stay the same
& I can never change it
I'm staring at our end
Back to when we finished it
I lie about the pain
Hoping to diminish it
Pretending that it hurts
A lot less than it does
& Though I minimize it
It matters not because
The painting's still the same
No matter how I frame it
The object's what it is
No matter what I name it
& History stands firm
I cannot rearrange it
The past will stay the same
& I can never change it
& Time will come & go
With no way to regain it
The past is still the past
However I explain it
Pretend it's something else
& Try so hard to feign it
But the past is still the same
& I can never change it
