My Past

Why you clawing into my past While I've already made peace with it Or you enjoy how much you stir me up And you like seeing how helpless I get For every thing that walks from my past Has a way of giving me the chills And instead of me focusing on my next move I'll be up looking for a way to handle my past You love seeing me in a flurry of thoughts Like a mad man as I go about wondering Thinking to myself when it will all end For it took alot to put it all behind me Why you clawing  into my past Its like you lost something of yours, while it's my memories, nothing of yours there But you so busy trying to pocket my emotions I guess its because you so eager to see me react For it gives you pleasure when I fume Cause you've never seen anyone so composed before So you here busy trying to awake my demons The PO£T