Shadow of the Past

They say it's me I'm looking at, but I can't concieve this shadow of
the past.
All that's true and all that's real can't conceal this shadow of the
past.
All the joy in all my days sails away on this shadow of the past.
Forgotten love, never meant to last floats right by on this shadow of
the past.
Love and loss, and memory, drowning in an endless sea of these shadows
from the past.
Now that all has come to end, I can't pretend to hate those shadows of
the past.