Do you see them? Do you feel them? Can you hear them?
They haunt, they make you feel uncomfortably afraid.
Are they real? Are they beside you? Do they live with us?
They're alive, they're not dead. But they make you feel like you are.
Disturbing you every night, like a nightmare that nothing seems to be right
These are people who made you feel things like those sweet dreams
Open your eyes, for they are closed
The ghost is in front of you, all so familiar and seems true.
It called itself love