Ghosts

The colours of the sky,
well they keep changing.
The stages going through your face,
well yeah, they're racing.
The time is pacing,
and your thoughts are amazing.

When will you ever see,
the thing inside of me?
When will it be,
when you can see
the demons right inside of me.

Time can't tell,
but these scars,
yeah, they will.
These thoughts give me chills.
I'm losing track of my will.

My mind is exploded with
thoughts of life and love,
and what this means.
When will you see,
why can't I breathe?

I'm so explosive,
don't come near.
I don't want to hurt you,
see my dear,
these demons ache,
they break, I'm gone.