About to Run

I'm about to run That old familiar feeling Trapped and haunted The noose around my neck Regrets Maybe it's not too late I'm about to run Forgive me In flight I can turn away Exhale the memories A little bit lighter The wounds, the fever The wrong was long ago Wrong was long ago Liar Liar I'm about to run I'm about to run Sometimes the ghost is quiet But the ghost is always there And it seems no matter how far I go He goes with me Sitting on the floor Thinking Breathing Bleeding Burning I'm about to run I'm about to run I'm about to run I'm about to run