A blank reel..A fresh leaf...That's what people have always yearned for, after a time of turmoil. The past is never painful. No, not even the memories. It is the nameless and undescribable something associated with the past and its memories that seethes inside and threatens to burst open.
I dig n dig deeper
There must be a way out
It's late but sooner or later
I've got to have my shout
What's buried is buried
but no, not forgotten
Not missed, not wanted
but the mess is still rotten
The past has no glory
No pretty pictures, no butterflies
There's not much of a story
just wanderings and pointless lies
We look for a reason
after losing it
If there's no use running
We might as well just sit
Not my time
but I don mind
'Tis a blank reel I want
when I try to rewind.
