the past?

sometimes the past comes to haunt you,
the past that you wished that you could just erase it,
hurm,
but it clings to you tightly,
sometimes tries to bring you down,
no matter how you try to ignore it,
it just comes springing back to you,
I dont love you, I never was,
and for that I'm sorry,
because no matter how hard,
you try to win me back,
your just a part of my past that I wish I could change,
in your life now, you have this amazing girl who appriciates you,
likes you as you are,
but you foolishly pine for my affection,
I was never yours, and will never be yours.