Reflections

I am not what I used to be
Stuck within my own hypocrisies
And I'm praying that I'll just let go
Of these hopeful thoughts and fantasies

A ghost stuck between earth and hell
That bad memory you'd never tell

And if there's one thing I have learned
It's not to trust a single thing you're told
And these chains keep me locked down in the same place

If I could, I'd rip the sun from the sky
So there's no promise of a new day
Then you would know what it's like to be me.

You couldn't bury yourself deep enough
To even come close to how low I am
A ghost stuck between earth and hell
That bad memory you'd never tell

Lost direction, empty reflection,
And I have nothing but a dead expression.