Phantoms

It's not fair that I have to cater to you

It's not fair that I revolve around your world

Maybe someday you will see

The wicked way you treated me

I'm sick of fixing broken bridges

And this is what you get

Do you have a conscience?

What's your problem?

Why can't we solve this now?

There's no purpose for these phantoms at our door

Take it, you can have it, I don't want it anymore

'Cause I realize I can grow up and handle this myself

Your Phantom hell

It's not fair that I rearrange to suit you

It's not fair that I have to shut my mouth

Maybe soon you'll have a clue

Of the all things you put me through

I'm sick of crossing burning bridges

And this is what you get