My past has seen lot of devils That often rise To pull me down They hold me like invisible chains Binding me, weighing me down They come like ghosts That rise from graves The lost ones That disappeared to never be found And as much I try to push them back They pull me deeper into the tunnels so black And as much i try to resist and restrain All my struggles go in vain So here I am finally giving up Sometimes lost in the dungeons of my past....
When the ghosts of your past come calling by, you either lose yourself or rise