People lurking in the past
Things I've started left undone
and when i think of 'will it last'
i look back to what will come.
left without a fair goodbye
what do they all think of me
and though i block you from my mind
I think sometimes of what could be.
Its only right that you should know
That bed I made is sinking low
and though i do not deserve the thought
I wish that you would leave me not
a long past passing in my brain
is caught not easily by my hand
but i hopelessly attempt to gain
a glimpse of what I once had