I spent the past few years alone;
My imperfections are my own.
Where are my friends,

Who said they'd have my back,
When I needed them


There's a ghost inside my head.
Empty walls beside my bed.
This might be the end,

But I'll be damned,
If I don't go out swinging.
When did my state of mind,

Become so solitary?
This can't be the death of me.
'Cause this means everything.


I wear my heart out on my sleeve,
For all to see.


I spent the past few years alone;
My imperfections are my own.

Where are my friends,
Who said they'd have my back,
When I needed them the most?

'Cause I'm a ghost.

Why do we reject the thought,

Of making something of our dreams?
I won't sit quietly,
As society keeps a hold of me.

I can't let go of my intuition;
My integrity's intact.
And I know now where to go.


I wear my heart out on my sleeve,
For all to see.


I spent the past few years alone;
My imperfections are my own.

Where are my friends,
Who said they'd have my back,
When I needed them the most?

'Cause I'm a ghost.
I'm a ghost.


I left my life back home.
Freeway lights reflect off open road.
I'll drive for days,

Forgetting all I know
These things, I swore,
Would never come to light,

But I'm seeing them tonight, tonight.

I spent the past few years alone;

My imperfections are my own.
Where are my friends,
Who said they'd have my back,

When I needed them

I spent the past few years alone

My imperfections are my own.
Where are my friends,
Who said they'd have my back

When I needed them the most?
'Cause I'm a ghost.
I'm a ghost.