The past is haunting me like a ghost,nThe kind that takes it's time and kills you slow.nUnder a dim light down a dark hallway...nIt whispers, Give up now and let the rest die in vain.nnAlways waiting quietly to put an end to my misery,nWith infallible conviction,nIt steals the air I breathe from my lungs.nnAnd when the crows fall dead at your feet,nYou'll know the ghost has come to claim what it needs...nnThis ghost is inescapably relentless,nAnd it's clear to me that this will never end...nForever repeating inside my head,nIt says...nnWell I don't believe in ghosts...