History

You take your demons
And catch them in your dreams,
And love's not all it seems.

She takes her diary,
And rips a page away
And you were never meant to stay.

She takes her troubles
And puts them in a bag,
And your life starts to drag.

She puts her shoes on,
And takes her friends in tow,
They never would have let her go.

She takes her troubles,
And throws them to the sea.
You're ancient history.