Why is it so hard for me to simply let the past be?
To look forward and embrace all that I can offer this place?
Is it because I know that once again the nightmares will show?
For my past is the present and future; that little girl, I cannot forget her
Will I be happier if she’s gone? I know she wants me to move on
Yet all of those horrors and states are a part of who I am today.
How can I possible separate from the only thing that helps me create?