MySpace was a lifetime ago. A lost love, a changed life, a past. I opened you today, I can't remember the last time and much has changed. Messages are gone, messages that used to be my life line. Some times with the changes we make, the choices forced, and decisions we thought were right at the time - we are wrong. We try to move on, a new life but the past creeps up. Our thoughts, our dreams, our decisions, our life. Sometimes no matter how hard we try to live in the present, the past is the cloud in our eyes.