I built my cage out of choices I made, Now the echoes wear my name. Can’t outrun the ghost that I became— I’m the haunted. I see the scars I carved in my own name, Every choice a mark I couldn’t erase. Built a kingdom out of broken blame, And crowned myself with yesterday’s mistakes. Echoes whisper through the cracks in the mirror, Every voice I silenced pulling me nearer— I’m the haunted, by the man I used to be, Shadows walking just a step from me. Every road I burned still lights the way, To the ghost I made. Every promise I let slip through my hands, Was a lesson I could never understand. Truth bends when you’re chasing the flame, But fire only teaches you pain. Time’s a thief with a gentle blade, Cuts you slow until you fade— I’m the haunted, by the man I used to be, Shadows walking just a step from me. Every wound I earned still has a name, I can’t escape. [Crying electric guitar transition] Maybe ghosts are just the parts we keep, Memories that never learned to sleep. I tried to bury who I was before— But the dead don’t stay down anymore. I’m the haunted, but I’m learning to forgive, Every scar reminds me how to live. If I face the dark, I just might see— The haunted is the real me. I’m the haunted— (yeah, still alive inside) Haunted— (no place left to hide!) I faced the dark— (and I saw my face!) I’m the haunted—
