Snagfly:Chasing Ghosts

From Lyriki

No matter how many rounds of life we play,
will it always stay this hard?
why do we still mourn the fateful day
that we both went and fell apart?
it's way too hard to keep hold of myself on the centre line;
dont grieve for the gone, just cry for the ones left behind,
left behind, left behind...
how can you mourn for something you never had?
and after all this time, well, I've got my life, am I glad?

now I cant look at myself for shame,
I'm so ashamed of what Ive done;
time will not heal this twisting pain;
the knowledge that I just dont belong,
I know he's gone, and there can be no bringing him back,
and I know it's my fault, I laid out my hand,
laid out my hand, laid out my hand,
how can you mourn for something you never had?
and after all this time, well, I've got my life, am I glad?
how can you feel so bad for a son you'll not hold?
after all this time should this pain have not grown old?
how can you mourn for something you never had?
and after all this time, well, I've got my life, am I glad?

can you ever look me in the face,
after everything I've done?
six feet of dirt wont hide my shame,
I've done you so very wrong;
I can't be strong, I've tried to hold on so very long,
dont grieve for the gone, just cry for the ones left alone,
left behind, left behind...
how can you mourn for something you never had?
and after all this time, well, I've got my life, am I glad?
how can you feel so bad for a son you'll not hold?
after all this time should this pain have not grown old?

after all this time should I not have healed?

how can you mourn for something you never had?
and after all this time, well, I've got my life, am I glad?
how can you feel so bad for a son you'll not hold?
after all this time should this pain have not grown old?