We often think of the past,
sometimes we wish it'd last.
But other times, it seems to me,
we wish that this would just not be.
We wish the past woud go away,
never to haunt us another day.
But this will never be true,
the past sticks no matter what you do.
You can't was it off, it will not fade,
you cannot cut it wth a blade.
Memories will follow you around,
even if your desires are found.
What's happened is now gone,
we must live free and carry on.