Tell me this can't be happening.
Tell me this can't be real.
Four years and counting.
Your hands fastened at my throat.
Options are running thin.
How much longer will I last?
You are with me. Always with me.
A ghost, a presence.
Unable to find severance.
Following my footsteps.
Tracing my tracks.
Always at my back.
There is no end in sight.
There is no end in sight.
I can't keep up the pace.
It's too late, it's too late.
These fears have taken shape.
Into these ghosts that I face
Brought on from taunted times.
Can I push them away?
How long must I wait?
So I will pop the pills to calm the f**ing shrills and
heal the scars time will not erase.
You are with me. Always with me.
A ghost, a presence.
Unable to find severance.
Following my footsteps.
Tracing my tracks.
Always at my back.
There is no end in sight.
There is no end in sight.
I don't want to be afraid.
Do anything to set you free.
I don't want to be afraid.
Do anything to set you free.