No matter how fast I run
No matter how far I go
It always catches up like a gun
It comes faster than wind's blow
I tried running,, hiding from it all
I tried hiding and tried forgetting
But it comes back when I start to fall
It comes back as soon as the sun's setting
They say the past is gone
And that we should focus on what we do
But they couldn't be more wrong
The past always catches up to you
I know it's not great,, but please keep the negative comments to yourself... thank you.
