::introtext::
There are to many ghosts in this town,
they always follow me around.
Everywhere I seem to go,
They always tend to follow...
...Through the days of my life,
always trying to pass me by.
::fulltext::
There were to many days in this week,
where I couldn't get enough sleep.
It'd take a swallow from the bottle,
another ghost that follows...
...Through the days of my life,
always trying to pass me by.
Never gonna let them go,
with all these ghosts that follow.
Of all the pride I've had inside,
there has never been a reason for me to hide,
or swallow it all away.
And of all the times that I've tried,
to find some peace inside my mind,
the hollowness never seems to fade.
So cut away whats left of me,
cause this town's more hollow than I'll ever be,
and I'll be glad to watch it fade away.
And let these ghosts live their death,
its the only thing that they have left,
except for what they took from me.
These ghosts have got the best of me now.
::/fulltext::