Everything that I wanted to say, just went away
all the words were flowing out, now they won't come out.
Funny how you have so much to say,
and it disappears within a day.
Just like life, it passes you by
you're still stuck in the past and you don't know why.
Things come about from way back when,
you start to think you're reliving them again.
We've got to move on, and let all this go,
or else we'll be stuck in the past, and we'll never know.
Copyright © Angie Tesla | Year Posted 2006
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