I have an enemy.

A terrible enemy, I didn't choose.

To explain it all would leave you confused.

Me and my enemy battle day by day.

And I never know when the enemy will advance my way.

 

The past has returned, It's back once again.

The appalling pain begins to boil and burn deep within.

The rubber burns as I visualize the wheels on my mustang start to spin.

Into the trees, is where the car will end.

 

Once again, I fight.

I fight the battle that Is impossible to win.

I fight the battle that I put myself in.  

 

Sleepless nights

fighting these dreadful fights.

And just when I think it just might be alright.

My brain takes me on an horrific adventure of the same night.

 

Stuck in this gruesome scene.

Over and over, it plays in replay.

As if it were that cheap VCR my mom found on ebay.

So I fall to my knees and begin to pray.

Hoping that maybe, just maybe the enemy will go away.

 

The past is past for a reason.

It's where we all want it to stay.

But in a way I cannot let it go.

It bonds to my head and begins to eat away.

As it laughs at the thought of my dismay.

 

Until all my focus becomes

The decisions that I had made

And all the repercussions that had came.

Oh, if I could only see

 

That I cannot change what happened.

No matter how much I try.

No matter how much I cry.

No matter how much gifts I buy.

 

What happens in your lifetime,

happens for reasons unknown.

So why not just let the cards unfold,

and let your story be shown.

Dont sit and grieve forever.

Change your outlook on life,

Get up, and create a story of your own!