Ghosts
Can you feel these phantom limbs?
These memories will stay memories that I no longer sway
I've fallen short and I'm still broken from the path you've chosen
I will no longer dread, I am no longer dead
You were never alone, it was all in your head
And I can't deny"¦I can't deny my chest is swollen
I did this to myself"¦and I'd go through hell for you and no one else
And can you feel these phantom limbs?
Here I am with hands behind my back
I will break the mold around me
You swear that I have changed but I'm starting to stabilize
Your passion burns out
Only time will rid this shame that sits inside my brain
Reoccurring patterns never end unless something in here changes
I've got to fill empty spaces
Distractions and familiar faces
It's getting harder every day
It's getting harder to pretend that you're still there
I guess I still believe in ghosts
All I do is stare but there's no one there
I guess I still believe in ghosts