Phantoms

It's not fair that I have to cater to you
It's not fair that I revolve around your world
maybe someday you will see
the evil way you treated me
I'm sick of fixing broken bridges
and this is what you get

do you have a conscience?
what's your problem?
why can't we solve this now?

there's no purpose for this phantom at our door
take it, you can have it I don't want it anymore
cause I realize that I can grow up and handle this myself, myself
your phantom hell

It's not fair that I rearrange to suit you
It's not fair that I have to shut my mouth
maybe soon you'll have a clue
of all the things you put me through
I'm sick of crossing burning bridges
and this is what you get

do you have a conscience?
what's your problem?
why can't we solve this now?

there's no purpose for this phantom at our door
take it, you can have it I don't want it anymore
cause I realize that I can grow up and handle this myself, myself
your phantom hell