Come on back as you were before,
While the history stands there ignored.
You are young – let your life begin,
While you forget the taste of my skin.
I’ve said it before,
But I will say it again.
The past is too hard to ignore,
And that’s why I can’t be your friend.
Because it comes back, it comes back to haunt you.
And when it’s done, can’t say I haven’t tried.
Who are you?
Who are you to say what I’ve done, and who I am,
And what I continue to be?
You really don’t know who I am,
And you probably can’t even give a damn.
To say I deserve so much more,
Yet turn around and call me a whore.
I’ve said it before,
But I will say it again, and again, and again, and again.
The past is just too hard for you to ignore,
And that’s why it has to come to an end.
And then it comes back, it comes back to haunt you.
And when we’re done, can’t say that you have tried.
Who are you?
Who are you to say what I’ve done, and who I am,
And what I continue to be?
And it comes back, it comes back to haunt you.
And it’s too bad, too bad you can’t see me anymore.
You can’t see me anymore.
You can’t see me.
You can’t see.