Left For Dead کے بول

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