I made a ghost I made a ghost of you It's the ghosts that we make That teach us how to live I'm tired of remembering I'm trying to forget It's the bottlefed mistakes you made Of dying in regret So many things I am afraid to say So many more things I am ashamed to convey I tried to write you off But you were in my blood I tried to wash you off But you were in my blood I'm tired of remembering I'm trying to forget It's the bottlefed mistakes you made Of dying in regret Was I wrong for killing you? Am I wrong for loving you? It's the ghost of what you could have been It's the ghost of what you should have been I'm tired of remembering I'm trying to forget