beware of the past

all things come to those that wait
is an old cliche I've learned to hate
I never did appreciate
being lied to
'cause I've been waiting all these years
to find some way to stop these tears
in the end, they're only souvenirs
that you leave far behind you

beware of the past
it will tell you lies
it knows all your fears
and you'll disappear
as it cuts you down to size
beware of the past
its phony afterglow
it'll make you weak
till you can't even speak
and there's nowhere left to go
beware of the past