As I look into my future I somehow always see
my past. When I close my eyes, it all comes rushing back. Tears of regret,
I don't cry anymore. Somehow the child in me is trying to be heard, but
the woman I am, cries at night, when I'm all alone. I've gotten very good
at hiding the pain inside. So good that i don't feel the bitterness at
Life goes on, the sea of heartbreaks, and AIDS is just another wave that has crashed down on me, but still, life goes on.