Memories

No matter where I go, They seem to always follow, Memories of the past, Which I wished stayed behind It seems that they love to follow No matter where I go There's no sense in hiding, Since they seem to know where I go I might as well face the fact That they are always going tMemorieso follow Even though I try to keep them far behind They seem to be with me Where ever I go I might as well get used to the fact That they are always going to follow Or at least until I find a way For the memories of my past to lead the way So that for once I will be able to follow on the path That will lead me to a bright and happy future Or I could try to forgive and forget The people who have brought the memories to my life, Even though that doesn't seem likely for me to do so