Would you miss me if I was dead?

Damn these pounding voices in my head

Could you breathe with the regret of knowing I had nothing left?

Your good intentions left me with tension

Full of promises that were never kept

Dare I mention my heart is clenched and my silence is a measure of self-respect?

Hollowed deeply in these walls

A passing whisper that quietly calls

is the ghost of who I thought you were

I feel you from time to time

I hear your heartbeat echo in mine

You’re the ghost of what we never were

Let the dead speak

You follow me like a shadow

Taunting me with memories that show

What once was & will never be

Oh God, make her stop haunting me

Lay to rest what could never be

Bury the past and let the dead sleep

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