Let it be history

Don't talk to me,
don't think of me.
I can't help you
I can't even handle my own life.
I don't want to be seen.
Just leave me here,
leave me alone.

Desperation comes and goed,
but still I feel the same wounds.
Every time I think,
I care,
I remember your face full of hate,
burning without sorrow.
It takes your memory's away
the good ones...
do you remember them?

They are doomed,
all of them.
Don't believe,
don't trust anyone.
Let them it history
but not now.