I live my life searching for ghosts In the streets In my head In my dreams Ghosts that bring me comfort Ghosts that make me cry Even though I know it's a lie Sometimes the ghosts Just help me get by All alone in my place Staring back at my face I know that I hide So deep down inside I need to be free To find the real me Before it's too late And I seal my own fate Then the ghosts come again Rising up from my soul Saving me from falling Into that deep dark hole And so I'll go searching To find them again The ghosts of my pastime Are truly my friends Nostalgia Nostalgia A thought takes me back The first note of a great tune A narccisistic attack The ghosts play their games with me And show me again The times I remember Are so full of pain But I have back control now I know what to do I can free myself forever With no thought of you Then my ghosts they remind me That wherever I go What's gone remains with me Just go with the flow But ghosts can be present As well as long past It's the ghosts of the future That I'm hoping will last
