Close At Hand

How does it feel when thoughts of me come to mind? Or is that just another part of your life that you left behind?
Bridges burned and now you can't return. But you can't erase the past, the one thing I still have.

I keep those memories close at hand, I keep them close to my heart. A painful reminder of the trust that you tore apart.
And when I look back and bitterness is the only emotion left, well that's a feeling that I know you'll never understand.
You don't want to know the pain that I have wished on you. And you'll never know because I keep it locked inside. Your ears will never hear the truth.