There is bitterness in the way I ball up my hands
Because I'm sad, because I'm angry, because
I'm trying hard to open up the shell
That you frightened me back into
There is a difference in our thoughts
Of who I should be,
And I don't know who to please
So I'm stuck in purgatory, where,
Yeah, the ghosts are haunting me,
The ghosts are haunting me,
And I'm in hiding.
