My Memories of the Past

I’m an outsider looking in, No matter how hard I try, I never win. I’m separated from everyone by a pane of glass, My best memories are my memories of the past When I could speak without a shield, And I could laugh my problems away in the rolling field. Now it’s all so complicated, And every day I’m feeling baited By my memories of the past That will always last Everything’s been taken from under my nose, And now, all I can do is pose. Smiling for the camera with my fake smile, Dying inside all the while. I’m stuck in the past, my heart won’t budge, And I have nothing to give me a nudge To stay in the present, Where there’s nothing for me, So if you want to find me, The past’s where I’ll be.