كلمات Haunting Me

I was born and raised Not the ideal son Simply life’s caesarian A scar that’s left to heal The end’s the only way I’d learned how all move on But if nothing’s really there It’s haunting me Is this all I’ll be Old, alone, cold and scared Is this all I am? Haunt me Torn from the skin Of a woman without sin Only left to be This hollow shell And if death is not the end? I’ll be with her again With nothing left to see It’s haunting me! Is this all I’ll be Old, alone, cold and scared Is this all am? Haunt me, haunt me It’s haunting me! Is this all I’ll be Old, alone? Is this all am? Haunt me, haunt me It’s haunting me!