Left For Dead

I think my ghost is haunting me
She lives in my old room
I wonder if she sees me
Each time I'm floating through

I look into my mirror and I
Watch her dancing, sadly, in the light

I think my ghost is watching me
Sometimes she looks my way
Her eyes, they fill the silence
While I wither and decay

Trying to hold on
Tight
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
I fight
I'm so sick of singing songs
Just leave me for dead

I think my ghost’s inside of me
She chills me to the bone
My doctor asks what’s wrong with me
I tell him no one’s home
We live our lives in mysteries
We’re always trying to solve
But our souls already hold answers
If only we’d hang on

My ghost is trying to speak to me
Hang on
What’s it take to get her to leave?
Holding on
Slipping away from reality
Hang on
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone
Oh, till I'm gone