I'm going away for a while, but I'll be back so don't try to follow me, 'cause I'll return as soon as possible. See I'm trying to find my place, but it might not be here that I feel safe. We all learn to make mistake and run from them, with no direction, we run from them, with no conviction. I'm just one of those ghosts travelling endlessly, don't need no road, in fact they follow you and we just go in circles. Now I'm told that this life and pain is just a simple comprimise, so we can get what we want out of it. Someone care to classify a broken heart and twisted minds, so I can find someone to rely on. So run to them, full speed ahead and you aren't useless. We are just misguided ghosts, travelling endlessly, the ones we trusted the most pushed us far away and theres no one role. We shouldn't be the same, but I'm just a ghost and still they echo me, they echo me in circles.