But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

I'm done crying over her And only she, only she, only she chose me when I'm blue So sorry, boo, we're through My hands hurt, I think I'll go lay down Only you, only you, only you can treat me like you do 'Cause I'm done crying over her Here I am, brand

I want the whole world, the whole world, the whole world in my hands But it's just slipping through like sand You say, make the most of your time Hard to work when it's not on your side What can't kill you makes you stronger I will try, I will try I

We walk through war in the halls Of dead protocols We came so close, demands were met That's when the rug was ripped out from under our feet A vicious crime, cold betrayal and deceit. Then reality hits you like a stab in the back Like a slap in the face,

When we built these dreams on sand, How they all slipped through our hands. And this might be our only chance. Let's take this one day at a time, I'll hold your hand if you hold mine. The time that we kill keeps us alive. ...So please don't ask me how I

How do I live? How do I breathe? When you're not here I'm suffocating I want to feel love, run through my blood Tell me is this where I give it all up? For you I have to risk it all 'Cause the writing's on the wall If I risk it all Could you break my

This house was built to stand the strain Now at last, we fall together We've been through it all together Ooh, I never stopped lovin' you When the money was short And dreams were shattered Faith in love was all That pulled us through I never stopped

How come, we don't even talk no more And you don't even call no more We don't barely keep in touch at all And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine We even been beefin' now After all the years we been

And I don't know about tomorrow And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Bring on tomorrow (I've got today) When I am sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death in some waiting room I am gonna close my eyes

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, running through the bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with