I've been getting visits from ghosts in my room again
Can't get them out of my head
Won't stay clear of my bed
Lonely, and tired, pretending is a thankless game
I'm at my wits and their end
My ropes dipped over that kerosene flame
Days go on without a tear from the sky
Days go on unanswered without a drop from my eye
Cut the chords and cut the chase
There's only so much I can pretend my friends
When I am gone, you are all to blame
Where were you when I did ask you for help
Where were you when I called out your names
So I continued to pretend,
As not to confront you with the pain
The switch has flipped a fast pace again
I remember the quickness in the dark
I settled into routine, and lost sight of my ways
Which stole the life from my heart
