Ghosts

You gave me anxiety then you blame me

Never acknowledging the stress that you gave me

I didn't kill you, you lived and died

With every asinine thing you leeched to keep you alive

This is what it's like to be haunted

A soul refusing time but giving itself time to flaunt it

Now all I hear are the voices

Bitchin' at their lives that's been full of dumb choices

But I guess that's not your fault, is it?

The world is supposed make itself a pleasant visit

You'll never find life when you're limbo

I bet you'd blame the glass if you weren't smart enough to break the window

It's annoying to always feel what I don't see

Father, please rid all these ghosts that are surrounding me