The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way I quickly turned away because I'm tired of the way people act and the wY people treat me.. all people see when they look at me is weak door mat, useable whenever i am convenient for them. I should have known that you were going to be my hardest goodbye I have tried to just forget all about you but there is enough years and miles and pain and suffering I have been though in my pasted I could jusst a alk way an not look back but I can't let our memory's go or put them away somewhere an not rememberer our boys so here i I am again waiting for more pain and suffing and being lonely but it's OK I'm to goodat good byes