Ghosts

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