Pictures of broken glass
Time moves on too fast
Your ghost
Still haunts my soul
In a lovely type of way
Heard the crying bell ring
Listened to the choir sing
As I sat down
I'm feeling sad now
Worse than Monday
You call me patient
But I'm just wasting time
Cause I made it
To the other side
But nothings here so
I just lay a while and wait
And wait for your ghost
Diseases of shattered hearts
You were just doing your part
I know
You needed me to be alone
For you to cry
You call me patient
But I'm just wasting time
Cause I made it
To the other side
But nothings here so
I just lay a while and wait
And wait for your ghost
Oh I'd rather be haunted
By our horrible past
Then be faced with
Challenges that last
Cause your with him
And I'm left here all alone
Waiting
Still waiting
For your ghost