The Past

As I think about how my past has
been.
I know I’m not perfect, but how do I 
win?
What have I done, that feels like 
it’s right?
Nothing I can think of, not even 
worth a fight.
All has been mistakes, through 
everything I see.
Maybe that’s not it, I think the 
mistake is me.
I cause everybody grief, about 
anything I do.
Life would be better if it’s, not me, 
just you.
Would anybody notice, if I wasn’t 
here?
Probably so, but nobody would care. 
It’ll just be another day, even if 
they did.
Tomorrow, you’re the past and your 
name is rarely said.
So give them all something, to 
remember us by.
But when I go away, I want nobody to 
cry.
Life has been a memory, that we all 
have been through.
So just let me go, at least it was me 
not you.