Past

Look into the past, and whats to find,
face full of scars, place trashed, empty beer cans.
How did I grow up to who I will be.
I cannot remember a single thing to feel,
Roaming, walking, my mind on the steep,
when do I stop, why go back to fall on my feet.
Part of the future, memory of the past, put together what I can,
I guess it all makes me who I am...