It's all coming back to me,
I can still see it when I close my eyes,
My pain is stuck on replay,
And sometimes a little piece of me dies...

It's only the bad that's haunting me,
Those ghosts, they whisper in my ear,
It's only the bad that I can see,
And I'm afraid of losing myself...

Everything good in my life,
Everything I've ever loved the most,
It just twists and turns,
And fades...