Tell me the truth,
Aren’t you eating a rotting fruit?
I mean look at yourself
Deep eyes, charcoaled eyebags, what have you been up to?
What keeps you up at night past two?
Ahh, let me guess
Thinking about those memories again yes?
Venturing again in the past
Making the feeling which have passed last.
But didn’t I tell you the past is a wilderness of horrors?
Didn’t I tell you you’ll get lost in it & you’ll lose sight of tomorrow?
Why aren’t you listening?
Why do you keep on dismissing?
The truth when I say “your life is borrowed!”
“Don’t waste your time in a tense that have passed & which only makes you wallow!”.
Don’t you know what you’re doing?
You’re turning memory into your enemy!
You should make it your friend
‘Cause he can make you smile ’til the end, ’cause he’s not a fiend!
Stop defiling your life with your habit of reliving the hour of grief.
Don’t let it suck the life out of you, like a blood-sucking thief.
You need to fight them & show them your teeth!
Fight that malignant memory you have.
Fight that “past”!
Don’t let it take away your happiness & everything you have!