From out of the past

Voices echo down corridors of time,
Lingering memories sorrow of mine,
A foregone era desire and despair,
Shattered heart left bleeding and bare.

You came back from langsyne,
Your memory I could not confine,
Resisting the urge I tried to stand tall,
Allowing you in you ripped down the wall.

Poor little rich girl bored with your life,
Stuck at your crossroads,
Twisting your knife,
Blood from my heart openly flowed.

Back to your present, happy and content,
In the past I stay,
Left to lament.