You can't say I'm wrong, or tell me no
I've got ghosts everywhere I go
I go back and forth. Is it real or not?
But at the end of the day it's all that I've got
I don't pretend, I never fake a fucking minute
I know that it's real cause I fucking live it
It makes me livid, it's just not fair
I reach deep to find nothing there
Everywhere I turn, it stares me in the face
There's nothing I can do and no escape
It's not something I can beat or something to ignore
Can't keep quiet anymore
If you're not like them, you get thrown in the gutter
Aren't you sick of being told what to do by others?