Past Came Back to Haunt
Everyone has seemed to have
forgave and forgot.
The past has came back to
haunt me...and it is living
next door.
Every one is making excuses
for him.
But why can't any one make
an excuse for me?
No one seems to be there for
me in my hour of need...
The past is here to haunt me
and its like death right in
front of me.
No one seems to see...their
blindness is in their way.
He did that...i can scream
but no one would listen to
my blood curdling scream.
It seems that the past is
going to happen once again
and like in the past no one
will be their to help me..
in my hour of need.
The past came back to haunt
me and its living next door...
by
Tonyaposted on 02/24/2008
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