The Haunting - Heir Apparent

Memory- go away

I grow weary from my running

Hiding for so long

I’ve lost my way

Morning light’s reminders

Painting colors in my prison

Daylight brightens every shade of grey

The pain never ending, and now its so cliche

Yesterdays are creaking doors

And noises in the nighttime

Feelings, only chains across the floor

Voices on the wind, softly moan

I hear them whisper

Mirrors mock the man I was before

My mind slowly fading

Like paper in the rain

The haunting, it still remains

The haunting, it still remains

Turning and burning in my bed

A never-ending ghost

That lives inside my head

Memory- go away

I grow weary from my running

Hiding for so long

I’ve lost my way

Yesterdays are creaking doors

And noises in the nighttime

Feelings, only chains across the floor

My mind keeps decaying

Like paper in the rain

The haunting, it still remains

The haunting, it still remains

Turning and burning in my bed

A never-ending ghost

That lives inside my head

Memories remain of the haunting

Can’t stop the pain of the haunting: