Don’t look back; it’s about the future.
No, No! Think; the past; it’s who you are.
The past, the past, there’s filth back there.
Some love and soft warmth, too, there must be.
You think? Look ahead: a whole new path.
You know the old path: it’s memories.
There are new people and friends to make.
What about your old friends, family?
Old friends! They left you, let you down!
Or was it you let them down? Think, think!
They all hate you—even you hate you!
Love yourself, explain; they’ll understand.
No! They will detest you even more.
You can’t lose your past; it’s always there.
Yes, you can! Just turn your back and walk.
That’s leaving; not erasing.
Don’t look back; you’ll only get hurt.
By what, by who? You’re hurting yourself.
When you were back then, what did you do?
That was a cry for help; you were lost.
Look ahead: no one knows. You are new.
Look back: no one’s bothered. You are loved.
Pah, you’ve seen the looks, the smirks, the sneers.
That’s in your imagination.
Leave, leave now, start a new future.
The future comes, stays—keep the past too.
Don’t leave then; you could just end it now.
You will be missed; turn around, go home…
