You think the past is something to be blotted out, never to be talked about. You think the future is a fantasy, you don't like the mystery. You say live here in the now, the present, the day to day, the moment to moment. I say that is the hardest place to be, that is where the pain is at. I need the past and it's memories, the future and it's mystery, escapism is my drug of choice because that is where the pain is least.
You say that I have changed I am not who I used to be, you who says to blot the past. So you sit there in your day to day and cannot see the fight in me. You think that I am not enough that surviving is just not that tough. I dream and dream and dream for you, but reality is your drug of choice.