I get lost looking off into space
Reliving things that can’t be changed
Playing “what if” with the past
I fail to see the present in front of me
All due to the fear of making another mistake
They have a way of haunting us
They cripple us and handicap our decisions
The harder I try to snap out of it
It becomes a deeper hole to climb out of
I live in the past too much
Remorseful of it
Regretful of the “told you so” moments
Hoping to forget the past
As easily as I forget my keys
Hold on to too much I do
Let go I must
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