It's Not a Title, It's a Label

It’s not the noises outside my room at night

That keep me awake, It’s the voices in my head

Always telling me, what my brain makes out

As the thoughts I can faintly hear

Or my regrets

 

My regrets, bring me down on my best days

They won’t stay away

 

Still living up to all of my mistakes

Like the ghost of what I was

Like the ghost of yesterday

Can’t bring me down, you won’t bring me down

Like the ghost of what I was

Like the ghost of who I am

 

This fleeting feeling slowly passes by

In a room built for me

On my own by myself

The state of my head

Starts to take over me

As I fade and I fade

And find comfort in the end

 

My regrets, bring me down on my best days

They won’t stay away

 

Still living up to all of my mistakes

Like the ghost of what I was

Like the ghost of yesterday

Can’t bring me down, you won’t bring me down

Like the ghost of what I was

Like the ghost of who I am

Who I am

 

My ghost still visits nightly

And it haunts all of your dreams

 

My ghost still visits nightly

And it haunts all of your dreams

 

My ghost still visits nightly

And it haunts all of your dreams