Rites Of Spring

Time heals all wounds they say
But the self inflicted won't just fade away
And in these shifting tides of blame
why are you suprised to see your name? It's such a drag
Time got the best of you
Things you gave you say were taken
Explaination piled over excuse
And so the story goes
But by your own design
And if you look to me to find you
Then my eyes will pass right though
Believe me I had wished