The past keeps haunting,
that past keep coming back.
The feelings are arming,
and they are getting ready to attack.

The emotions will start flowing,
and they will not give any slack.
The feeling will go on growing,
till they make my mind go crack.

The cards keep on dealing,
that race has started by horseback.
The stakes keep on rising,
till you lose it all on blackjack.

Life is always gambling,
throwing it offtrack.
I feel like I'm losing,
and that I will be thrown back.

To never be wanting,
a heart that was hijack.
For it is never knowing,
high on fumes from shellac.

Lost is what I'm finding,
pictures from an old Kodak.
Remembering a beauty shinning,
prettier then any lilac.

Just stop the all the lying,
leave everything on the book rack.
Just hear me sighing,
and give me some slack.