Left with questions, was it circumstantial? Or was it something that's embedded within me? I can't stand here in the dark, you've cut me out and left a mark Tell me what I did to make you go I have become a ghost And I don't think you know I don't think you know But I have become a ghost Hollow and alone I'm running out the clocks, letting them bleed dry But why can't I just open my eyes? Somebody set me free, I need to breathe Like a message in a bottle I'm drifting out to sea Somebody rescue me, I can't breathe Tormented again, again, again I'd rather die than wait and bleed You know what gets to me You know what gets to me I have become a ghost Hollow and alone I'm running out the clocks, letting them bleed dry But why can't I just open my eyes? Somebody set me free, I need to breathe Like a message in a bottle I'm drifting out to sea But when the days done and I've been drowning in my weary thoughts What could I have possibly said to make you think that what we had was lost? Time after time I'm getting overwhelmed Picking away at every question that has yet to be answered Give me closure