Pocket full of yesterday
The past seems to follow me,
a reflection of what I've done.
The past seems to follow me,
Trying to interfere with what I want to become.
The door to the cupboard of secrets has somehow been unlocked.
Overflowing with incidents I'd hope people have forgotten.
I've always wiped away others tears.
Smiling away my own.
Helping you get rid of all your fears.
While mine are in comfort zone.
My pocket full of yesterday
Is an unfurnished one.
Pocket full of yesterday.
How deep has yours become??
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