This Ghost

Crossing my mind a thousand times

The cost and personal sacrifice

Hateful words in notes and melodies

This excuse, undeniable truth

Reaching ears faster than you can move

(This ghost shall burn my own shelter?)

The last place I expect to cover my eyes from fevered discontent

(If they could change)

Change, would we admit?

These empty promises they give

Never telling us to live

Our will cannot be broken

Plaguing my mind a million times

The loss and personal sacrifice

Spiteful words in chords and melodies

This abuse holds true

Still nothing can escape through the worst of it all

Or just regret

(If they could change)

Change, would we admit?

These empty promises they give

Never telling us to live

Our will cannot be broken

This pride we hold so closely

Our will cannot be broken

Instilled until the day we die

Our will cannot be broken