Past has to die...
In order for me to survive
I'm overboard by the anxiety...
When i'm in this grave of memories
The faces i wish to never see again...
Come back to haunt me over and over again
There's nothing left for me here...
So let me go, i'm begging you alright
I want tomorrow now, i hope the past dies with yesterday
I need the future for my new beginning...
I don't want a thing from the things, that has been.
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