The past is past, just let it die
No use to ask the reasons why
The hatred felt, can't stem the pain
Where you went wrong, nothing's the same
Running as fast as you can from the hatred you're feeling inside
The Harbinger of Death is here, and speaks well of your self-demise
No more reprise, to the things you've lost
The peace will come, but at a cost
Letting it go, the hardest part
Looking beyond, into the dark
Fear the unknown, but for a time
To stay behind, a selfish crime
To save yourself and save your mind
Put it to rest, the future's blind