Midnight teardrops trickle on my skin,

hollow-hollow rhythms, pulling me within.

Faces in the margins (blur-blur, fading),

silent-silent screams inside, they're waiting.

I don’t believe in ghosts, yet they haunt my every breath

(I don't believe in ghosts, but still they won’t let go).

Ghosts… ghosts (soft-soft embrace),

lingering in corners of my broken space.

I’m haunted, (haunted) shattered (shattered), heartbeat out of place,

these ghosts (ghosts) dance between the cracks of grace.

Paper-thin resolve, a trembling breeze,

heartbeat-heartbeat skipping like unease.

Shadows coil in corners (slipping),

I chase the brightness, but it's always drifting.

I don’t believe in ghosts, still I feel them in my chest

(I don't believe in ghosts, but they won’t rest).

Ghosts… ghosts,

draped in the silence I can’t erase.

I’m haunted (haunted), lingering, tethered in this space,

these ghosts trace the outlines of my face.

Maybe they’re fragments of fears I never voiced,

(rewind, dissolve) in the dark I’m forced to choose.

Not afraid of falling, but afraid to feel,

the ghosts I carry are the scars that won’t heal.

Ghosts… ghosts,

they swirl around my mind, impossible to chase.

I’m haunted (haunted), waiting (haunted), captured in the trace

I don’t believe in ghosts, but they shape my hollow place.