I'm tired of ghosts
Sick of memories and memoirs
Sick of the loud music you always play
With words I cannot understand
I'm not like you.
I'm done with looking for God
He never answered anyone I know
And I think that maybe
He never made me in Heaven anyway.
I am tried of the ghosts...
I wish I could sing them real
Sing them alive,
Sing them soft and warm...
But I can't for lack of want,
And they are stuck haunting me
Because I don't have the courage
To bring them
Back.

"You've turned your music off...
Why? I was just getting used to the chaos.
And I think I like the chaos
So turn the music louder
And louder..."

And inside I know
That I only say that
To cover the sound
My heart makes
When it
Breaks.