Ghost

They call it the past because it's things that happened.
When you leave the past,
Nothing should follow.

Yet here you are...

You know that bridge?
The one you're suppose to burn?
Well I saw you coming across it,
Trying to come into my future.

I threw the match...

I watched you burn...
Along with the bridge.

I guess the joke was on me,
Because here you are haunting me.

I burned that bridge because I didn't want you here with me.

But here you are...

The memories are fading.
They're in the past.
That's where they should've stayed.

Yet here you are...

I walked away for a reason.
I didn't want to live in the past.
I don't want the past in my present.

But it looks like my past will be haunted...
Because here you are...

I told you to stop,
I told you not to cross the bridge.
I told you to leave me alone.

Yet here you are.....