Some say love is a journey, or love is a curse.
My heart bleeds red from the cut you made, and it hurts.
As I look at my reflection in the mirror,
I see the spirits of you gather nearer.
My heart cries out, please save me.
I scream to back away at the count of one, two, three.
I hear your ghosts calling to haunt,
Not visible to man, but visible to me, they are hear to taunt.
As they arise from your grave,
You just can't seem to get over us, attention you crave.
Why can't you leave? Why can't you go?
As I see your ghost crawling back to me, muttering an echo.