B word is only a word

His name is Barry. He is my past, but my past is gone and the things I have done don't matter, because I may have done some bad things, but I know that what I've done does not mean that is who I am.

I am my own person, with a past, a presant, and a future, and nothing can hold me from it.

His name is Barry, he was my first love, and I though I hope to never see his face again, I know that he can't hurt me anymore.

His name is Barry. He is just another name.