you say I'm not judged for my past
I'm not hated for my mistakes
Maybe you're right
Maybe nobody cares about what I did
Except for you
You told me to move on
But you still get joy in opening up my stitched wounds
You told me to start again
But you still bring it back every
I try to forget
But you don't let me
Who's double sided ?
Who enhances the regret felt ?
Is it really me?