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Don't look back.

There's a presence at your shoulder, comfort remembered turned to tonight's dread. There's a face in your mind's eye, words cutting, sadder ones unsaid. And all you're longing for is yesterday.

Let me tell you about yesterday.

She's a liar with a thousand charms. She's a lover, a child, a rogue with a game to play. Let's remember, she tells you, and then she spins you a story of what almost happened, the way it never really was. Pick the truth. Swallow the line. Break your heart on the truth... tomorrow. Oh, tomorrow you pay.

Lock your door, when the rememberin' time comes. Shut the windows, turn all the lights on. And if you feel the presence just behind you, hands outstretched with all those days spilling through her fingers... if yesterday comes calling...

don't look back.