I hear your voice still so clearly underneath the door to my room
Floating in, shaking and grasping at intangible pain
This time it ran me over, pulled me apart completely
Then put me back together all rearranged
Does it count as haunting if it's kept secretly inside of me
Embedded in each and every space that lies between
Things that can't be avoided
Try as I might to pretend
That nothing is real
That it's not the end