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 fucking 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.