As the clock's ticks remember time My memory's forgetting mine
I wish I could make it tick back And fill a lot of what I lack.
A time when looks did not matter A time when pain was a stranger
When problems were to solve later And princesses lived forever.
A time of joy and love and truth A path that slipped out of my route
When trust and chance were given all And innocence, could I recall?
Night's smoky arms wrapped around me As demons burn my destiny
A shadow passes on the moon The Ghosts of Past reveal a tomb.
The death of soul, the cruelty wants I wish I could tell my loved ones My grave's open and I'm sorry For what my Ghosts have made of me.