I have
A
Lot
To
Throw
Away,
Many
Years,
Months,
And
Every
Yesterday.
Papers
And
Photographs,
Random
Tears
And
Dusty
Laughs.
No
Room,
I cry,
And
Say
Good
Bye,
Must
Move
On,
The
Old
Life
Is
Gone.
The
Past
Is
Dead,
But
Lives
On
In
My
Head,
The
Only
Place
I have
Ample
Space.