Haunting Me! -

I was born and raised

Not the ideal son

Simply life’s caesarian

A scar that’s left to heal

The end’s the only way

I’d learned how all move on

But if nothing’s really there

It’s haunting me

Is this all I’ll be

Old, alone, cold and scared

Is this all I am?

Haunt me

Torn from the skin

Of a woman without sin

Only left to be

This hollow shell

And if death is not the end?

I’ll be with her again

With nothing left to see

It’s haunting me!

Is this all I’ll be

Old, alone, cold and scared

Is this all am?

Haunt me, haunt me

It’s haunting me!

Is this all I’ll be

Old, alone?

Is this all am?

Haunt me, haunt me

It’s haunting me!