I swear to Christ
I feel like I’m being ******* haunted
Looking over my shoulder
Afraid to be out in a crowd
Memories of places we’ve been
Jokes we shared
Can’t even go to bed at night
It might not of been real to you
But these apparitions are sure real to me
I let you in, against all warning
Here I am now, praying it is you I wake to
Here I am now, in the mourning
Haunted by what could of been
My hands are tied
And I’m ******* drowning