Mistakes that I've made
In my torment, dreams and agony
Living in the shadows of a perfect day
Memories of hate I've felt
I thought I had recovered my life
Why do some get pleasure for hurting others?
They killed my hope and buried my soul
Looking forward, don't look back
Imagine the world
Without hate and pain
The way is hard but not impossible
There are shadows surrounding me, the ghosts from the past
I tried to forget all misunderstandings of my words
Starting a brand new day
Everything returns back, always
Surviving the hypocrisy
My mind's sadate
Trying to not hear them anymore
But in the end
There's no escape from the ghosts from the past