Pull Me From the Past

Send it back, erase it, take it all away, every time my mind decides to go back to that day. Every single scene, every little memory, Mixing up my mind until I seem to lose the best of me. Living in the past while I’m walking in the present, The only thing that wakes me is the power of her presence. But everyday it happens and everyday I’m lost and found, And every time I’m gone she seems to bring me back around. Slowly someday I will learn not to fall back into the past, And let go off things unsaid and the questions left unasked.