My days are filled with thoughts, relentlessly replaying
Thoughts of us sitting side by side, talking
Wondering, always wondering, if someday I will be at peace
Wondering no more

How I long for sleep, to escape the specter that lives deep inside
But she invades my dreams. She will not let me hide
Where I dare to ask her questions, only to be met with silence
Reaching out to her as she walks away

And again I wake to the frustration of her intrusion
Hating myself for wondering if she still cares
Wanting the dreams to stop, not wanting them to go away

Now I find myself detached from the things I need to feel
Not wanting to feel, anger rising when I do
I try to spend my days in blissful numbness
Willing myself to forget, unable to erase the memories

Tormenting me with my weakness,
Waiting for the days and nights to come
I have come to live with the ghost of my past
Because the ghost of my past…
is you