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
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