When someone mentions you,
it's almost like a bitter feeling that comes into the pit of my stomach.
Millions of memories come flooding through my mind,
I screw my eyes shut and remember the things you used to say to me.
In a fraction of a second all this happened,
I release my eyes open and open my mouth,
only to say "No, the past is the past"
and realize that's all there is left.
The past