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This ghost inside of me haunts,
the beauty of it always taunts.
How will I let it go, to make it disappear,
it's what I have left, what I hold dear.
Yet it hurts my heart every day,
it's my fault, for I let it stay.
I want it here with me, I need it there,
without those memories I feel bare.
Afraid to let go, I need to remember,
all the way from January to December.

Why do we always hold on to things that hurt,
whether your were lied to or treated like dirt?
Why do we cling to the negative, on it we feed,
it grows inside of us right after we eat the first seed.
It gets bigger and bigger, and it needs to eat,
so it feeds on our soul as if it was meat.
And why we don't do a thing,
even though we know it can really sting?
It's because even though it can hurt like hell,
that past happiness can still dwell.
In the beast there is still a heart,
and that's what you cling to, that one part.
You remember the bliss, the beauty of the pain,
and on your heart it has left a small stain.
It taints your mind, keeping that ghost,
it is no longer the guest but the host.
It takes over, the poison inside,
you're just there for the long miserable
ride.

I'll overpower it, make it stand down,
take up my rightful place at the crown.
Make the ghost go away, save my soul,
once I took care of it, I was surprised I felt
whole.
The ghost had been tearing my flesh apart,
ever since this whole mess had to start.
Now it's gone, the hole has started to heal,
to this past I will now put a seal.
It's okay to let parts of memories stay,
but no longer will I think of them everyday.
Time to move forward, just partly looking at the past,
this may happen again,
but I'm hoping this will be the last.

Description
This ghost inside of me haunts,
the beauty of it always taunts.
How will I let it go, to make it disappear,
it's what I have left, what I hold dear.
Yet it hurts my heart every day,
it's my fault, for I let it stay.
I want it here with me, I need it there,
without those memories I feel bare.
Afraid to let go, I need to remember,
all the way from January to December.

Why do we always hold on to things that hurt,
whether your were lied to or treated like dirt?
Why do we cling to the negative, on it we feed,
it grows inside of us right after we eat the first seed.
It gets bigger and bigger, and it needs to eat,
so it feeds on our soul as if it was meat.
And why we don't do a thing,
even though we know it can really sting?
It's because even though it can hurt like hell,
that past happiness can still dwell.
In the beast there is still a heart,
and that's what you cling to, that one part.
You remember the bliss, the beauty of the pain,
and on your heart it has left a small stain.
It taints your mind, keeping that ghost,
it is no longer the guest but the host.
It takes over, the poison inside,
you're just there for the long miserable
ride.

I'll overpower it, make it stand down,
take up my rightful place at the crown.
Make the ghost go away, save my soul,
once I took care of it, I was surprised I felt
whole.
The ghost had been tearing my flesh apart,
ever since this whole mess had to start.
Now it's gone, the hole has started to heal,
to this past I will now put a seal.
It's okay to let parts of memories stay,
but no longer will I think of them everyday.
Time to move forward, just partly looking at the past,
this may happen again,
but I'm hoping this will be the last.