Don't Remind Me

I don’t want to talk about it.
I just want to close my eyes and sleep serene.
I don’t want to hear about it.
I don’t want to think of how things might have been.
Must you dust off that tired old story?
Can’t that book remain upon that shelf with my old self?
Endless times I’ve said I’m sorry.
Once again I’m forced to dwell and hate myself.

You weave a tragic tapestry,
like Romeo slain; Macbeth with her stain.
Your fatal flaw remains to be
life is too fast to live in the past.
Don’t remind me.
Don’t want to see my past in your eyes.
Don’t remind me.
Say so long to our old alibis.
Don’t remind me.

Half a truth in sentimental serenades,
bleeding hearts and a pound of salt
for every self-inflicted wound
and soul-searching, twisted blade.
For ev’ry tear you cried, I told myself it’s all my fault.
Don’t remind me.
The questions asked, they have no reply.
Don’t remind me.
We’re not saints they will canonize.
Treat me kindly.
Don’t remind me.
It’s all behind me now.