Ghost of Myself

I used to stand taller, I used to be strong, Now I limp through the wreckage, been broken too long. Lost my way in the silence, left my name in the past, Every step that I’m takin’ feels heavier than the last. The mirror’s a stranger, don’t know who I see, Just a ghost of myself, staring right back at me. I get high just to feel, I drink to forget, But the pain’s always waitin’, ain't left me yet. Oh, I’m tired, Lord, I’m worn, This ain't the life I was fightin’ for. But I keep movin', through the rain, One more day, just one more day. I tell ‘em I’m fine, yeah, I wear the disguise, But I’m drowning in shadows behind both my eyes. I live two lives, one open, one closed, And the weight of ‘em both, man, it’s breakin’ my bones. But I ain’t done yet, though the night’s caving in, I still got a fight, though it’s wearin’ me thin. Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday, I’ll walk without a limp and not feel this way. Oh, I’m tired, Lord, I’m worn, This ain't the life I was fightin’ for. But I keep movin', through the rain, One more day, just one more day. So I’ll sit in the dark, let the whiskey run dry, Whisper a prayer that I barely call mine. Maybe I’ll heal, maybe I won’t, But I’ll wake up tomorrow... and keep walking alone.