We all bear burdens So tell me you know what it's like to Search for something that's hard to find I smell the rain coming in good time And it slithers underneath my skin The pain of losing everything I've been And I'm suffering from thoughts of you and a ghost that's me! And I can't bleed it out! Your memory creeps Your image still remains my sound I'm looking at the world through a different set of eyes They aren't the kind to tell a lie It must be a thing of ruin! Being eroded by the wind That's how mountains become thin! And when it hits my skin I know it must be that I And I'm suffering from thoughts of you and a ghost that's me! And I And I can't bleed it out! Your memory creeps Your image still remains my sound If I could come with you Would that mean that we could change the story? I've had enough! Bad enough I must endure darts with which they've pierced me! Every step streaks the floor The blood pours that much more when you're When you're not near me! And I And I'm suffering from thoughts of you and a ghost, that's, me!