The Ghost of You

Some scars
Some scars never heal
A grave beneath
Oaken trees
I carry you inside
Is what you always said to me
And I thought it was a lie
Coz I have always felt alive
In a moonless night
I sand here now
Tying the rope
Around my neck
Wishing the past could be undone
Distant
Reflections die
You stayed away
As foreseen
I never knew at all
How much love could mean to me
Till I felt your sweet embrace
And no road I take from here
Ever leads to you
I sand here now
Tying the rope
Around my neck
Wishing the past could be undone
You are sweet, I’m sour
You give, I devour
Any good that comes my way
Is bound to be a ghost someday
I relive this feeling
Cannot start the healing
When every little thing I do
Reminds me of the ghost of you
I relive this feeling…