Please...

Blood and tears are shed every day of our lives, and yet we never seem to acknowledge anyone's existence unless they're close to us. Most tears go unnoticed; most blood gets washed away by the unwilling eyes of others.

You say you are hurting me, or that you somehow have caused me to be hurting right now...But what I feel and think is not your fault. It's my choice.

Right now, this is how I am feeling. And, once again, it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself. The song: Walking Among My Yesterdays. This is the only way I can express my feelings. I have to show you through songs that I sing to myself; softly and sweetly in my sleep, this song has played on for the last few days.

Walking Among My Yesterdays

Was it really all that sweet

In that house

And along that street?

Mem'ry clouds

In a thousand ways,

Walking among my yesterdays.

Did it really happen?

Was it real?

Eyes can see

What the heart can feel

Visions vanish

Beneath the gaze

Walking among my yesterdays.

Hold, hold, hold!

Wait for me!

Light the picture,

Let me see...

Souvenirs

Of the past remain

Bits of pleasure

And scraps of pain.

Love may pass,

But the perfume stays

Walking among my yesterdays.

Hold, hold, hold!

Wait for me!

Light the picture,

Let me see...

Now and then

The image clears;

Truth is plain

Then it disappears:

One more trick

That the camera plays

Walking among my yesterdays.

Hold, hold, hold!

Walking among my yesterdays...

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You wanted to know what's been going through my mind, but I can't really say. It's all really hazy anyway.

This is the only way I can tell you; It's the only way I really know how.