Let me chase my ghosts.
Don't try to hold me back.
Let my memories haunt me
and try to hold me back.
Let the darkness guide me
and be my guiding light.
Let me cry over the photographs
and the letters, my dead wife.
I grow cold in the night,
when I feel her presence near.
I think I hear her whisper
then my car crash heart disappears.
People jumps at ghosts,
whenever the are near.
But the thing about my ghosts is,
that they smooth out all my fear.

