There

The past is there, dark and cold,

two could become three, and we could grow old.

But here is the present, warm and bright,

Could I throw my future away tonight?

The instinct is there, to help and to raise,

but if I return, we'll go up in flames.

Should I leave my future to help my past?

Sure, we used to have a blast,

but we never could stay without a fight,

Could I throw my future away tonight?

A rumour becomes a bump, and a boy,

but I know that the pain would out shadow the joy.

She is not mine, and nor is the boy,

and I know that the pain would out shadow the joy.

I can't help but think, will he know about me?

Her laughter and smiles and pain I can see,

what will she tell him, what will she say?

'He was the boy who threw it away'?

I know I can't see him, I know he's not mine,

So I sit myself down and I write some more lines.

Which she'll never read, and neither will he.

But here is the present, warm and bright,

I won't choose my past tonight