The Past

As my mind flashes back through the years, 

Down my face roll the tears; 

Desperately looking for love, 

I anxiously look above; 

By looking at my tear filled eyes you will find, 

That death is indeed on my mind; 

I may have the eyes of my father, 

But I am my mother's daughter; 

I feel guilty when I say this, but I'm ashamed of my own family, 

I dont fit in with any of my relatives you see; 

Even though Im living in the present, I dwell on the past, 

Cause in the past, there was a good memory that will forever last.