Don't return to the place That stole your joy Don't return to the place That stole your smile That place has people that Will pretend to love you But in the end will beguile Don't go back It was never meant to be Don't go back If you try to patch things You will be in greater misery Don't chase the mirage You cross oceans for people Who would not jump puddles For you in their own garage Stop wallowing in your misery It is better how things turned out You became a better person for it That is how it was meant to be Why do you keep looking back Don't you remember every time You felt your marriage crumble You had a panic attack Why do you want to invite that again Fool me once shame on you Fool me twice shame on me You know this damn well What is wrong with thee? Live your own live Live in a cocoon It is better to live in Your own bubble Than be beaten by these Ignorant and arrogant people With a nasty old broom They were not good then They are not good now They will never be good No matter how well they Act sad and act as if They repent Stop this insanity You lost your interest In ruminating At least now you figure These people will only Enrich your life with Calamity Scene from Steven King's IT
source: A police officer sees a drunken man intently searching the ground near a lamppost and asks him the goal of his quest. The inebriate replies that he is looking for his car keys, and the officer helps for a few minutes without success then he asks whether the man is certain that he dropped the keys near the lamppost. “No,” came the reply, “I lost the keys somewhere across the street.” “Why look here?” asks the surprised and irritated officer. “The light is much better here,” the intoxicated man responds with aplomb.