They still echo me, they echo me in circles.

Would someone care to classify,

Our broken hearts and twisted minds,

So I can find someone to rely on.

And run,

To them, to them

Full speed ahead.

Oh, you are not useless

We are just.

Misguided ghosts,

Travelling endlessly.

The ones we trusted the most,

Pushed us far away.

And theres no one road,

We should not be the same.

But I'm just a ghost,

And still they echo me.

They echo me in circles.