We all bear burdens
So tell me you know what it's like to
Search for something that's hard to find
I smell the rain coming in good time
And it slithers underneath my skin
The pain of losing everything I've been

And I'm suffering from thoughts of you and a ghost that's me!
And I can't bleed it out!
Your memory creeps
Your image still remains my sound

I'm looking at the world through a different set of eyes
They aren't the kind to tell a lie
It must be a thing of ruin!
Being eroded by the wind
That's how mountains become thin!
And when it hits my skin
I know it must be that I

And I'm suffering from thoughts of you and a ghost that's me!
And I
And I can't bleed it out! Your memory creeps
Your image still remains my sound

If I could come with you
Would that mean that we could change the story?
I've had enough!
Bad enough
I must endure darts with which they've pierced me!
Every step streaks the floor
The blood pours that much more when you're
When you're not near me!

And I
And I'm suffering from thoughts of you and a ghost, that's, me!