They wipe my tears, and feed my fears,
shoving me over the ledge of my life,You say the ghosts of yesterday are so very far away, but what you don’t realize is just how much they stay so near,Feeding on fears of yesterday with no regrets and Everything to take away, with nothing of their own they refuse to move on, fighting the fight for my own life, They say you can rebuild a home after the hurricane has blown,
The house might be standing,
But it’s still on broken ground,
every ghost has a way of coming through the walls,and back into your life again, never alive, their words are the same, but their grip is no looser, prove me wrong and say I’ll win, stand with me and help me win the fight that can’t be won.