Haunt(ed)

Behind my eyes There's a ghost inside I'm just a shell of a soul that died They say that ghosts Haunt the future But too often We haunt the past Call it reminiscence Or nostalgia I prefer to call it As it is Stalking regrets And I Wanna know why All of my time Seems to fly by I get caught up In what if's Oh I Always lie Say I have time Then it goes by I lose track of What is Haunted or haunting I wish I knew which I can't tell what's inside my head But hand on my heart I don't feel it pumping All I am is a dead man walking And I want more than what I have But I never get that cause I'm looking back So I Wanna know why All of my time Seems to fly by I get caught up In what if's Oh I Always lie Say I have time then it goes by I lose track of What is So call it reminiscence Or call it nostalgia But this it is Stalking regrets We can always try To validate our lies But soon we will see We're just haunting time