Can you feel these phantom limbs? These memories will stay memories that I no longer sway I’ve fallen short and I’m still broken from the path you’ve chosen I will no longer dread, I am no longer dead You were never alone, it was all in your head And I can’t deny…I can’t deny my chest is swollen I did this to myself…and I’d go through hell for you and no one else And can you feel these phantom limbs? Here I am with hands behind my back I will break the mold around me You swear that I have changed but I’m starting to stabilize Your passion burns out Only time will rid this shame that sits inside my brain Reoccurring patterns never end unless something in here changes I’ve got to fill empty spaces Distractions and familiar faces It’s getting harder every day It’s getting harder to pretend that you’re still there I guess I still believe in ghosts All I do is stare but there’s no one there I guess I still believe in ghosts
