Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
Maybe somethings we are not meant to forget,
Maybe I am not entitled for anyone to forgive.

Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
Shadows over my shoulder with blacken evil twig of fingers
Oh, my regret.

Reaching out to spook me by poking me with a tap;
But isn't it that we make our own shadows?
Oh, I just want to live.

Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
But even in the light,
The shadows will be easier to see.

Is it that that the past will always be there;
Oh, how it lingers.
It's like it will remain no matter how I walk away;
Is it something that I lack?

Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
My ole ball and chain.
Will I ever make things right?

I look down in despair at my feet;
Only to see the ashamed stems of my shadowed past.
My feet begin to move faster but she never goes away.

Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
My legs begin a full stride.
But even if I swallow all my pride,
She will never fade away.

I face my shadowy demons head on;
A mirror shades of grey.

Sometimes I feel like my past is haunting me;
As I find that I have run through an alley way.
Oh, my back is against the wall.

Will my past still haunt my present;
Leaving my future with no soul,
No hope at all.