Past, past, past
Always haunting the present.
At a stand still on an always revolving planet.
Engulfed in your ignorance
And learning to get worse.
Pretending to care,
Not doing a good job at it either.
Embarrassing to me? No
You embarrass yourself,
Prancing and dancing to beat of
Your past, past, past.
Get on with your life
By yourself.
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