Lyrics
You’re scared of ghosts But ghosts don’t touch you They just stand in the corners Wearing somebody’s memories You lock every door when the lights go low, Say you feel something moving in the cold. But the shadows never lied to your face, Never left you bleeding in a crowded place. You’re scared of whispers in an empty room, But not the hands that broke your trust in two. Ghosts don’t raise their voice, don’t twist the knife, They just pass through the walls of another life. You fear what’s dead, but you sleep beside People with monsters they keep inside. And all those scars you never show Were made by hearts that still have a pulse. You’re scared of ghosts, but they never hurt you, They don’t know your name, they don’t desert you. You’re not afraid of humans, but the truth is, Every invisible scar came from someone you trusted. The ghosts you fear are memories crying, Somebody’s love that never stopped trying. They don’t want blood, they don’t want pain, They’re just old goodbyes walking through the rain. You see a face in the mirror at three, And swear that it’s something you shouldn’t see. But maybe it’s a mother who lost her son, Maybe it’s a bride who still waits for someone. Maybe that shadow beside your bed Is a prayer that never got heard when said. Maybe that cold hand on the stair Is just loneliness looking for air. But people smile while they bury the blade, Call it love while they watch you break. No ghost ever promised forever then left, No ghost ever held your heart to your chest. So don’t blame the dead for the chill in your bones, Some of them are just trying to find their way home. Fear the living who know what they do, And still choose the wound they leave in you. Maybe the haunted are not the halls, Maybe the haunted are us after all. Carrying names we cannot release, Turning our pain into something unseen. You’re scared of ghosts, but they never hurt you, They don’t know your name, they don’t desert you. You’re not afraid of humans, but the truth is, Every invisible scar came from someone you trusted. The ghosts you fear are memories crying, Somebody’s love that never stopped trying. They don’t want blood, they don’t want pain, They’re just old goodbyes walking through the rain. So when the room gets cold, don’t run too soon, It might just be grief passing through. Ghosts don’t break hearts, people do, And sometimes the dead are kinder than the living knew. You’re scared of ghosts But they never hurt you They’re only memories Trying to be remembered