ghosts in the wall keep speaking to me
and dancing with the shadows of my memories
I begged them to go I begged them to leave
though the company was more than comforting
we sat and talked about last year in review
and agreed upon the fact we had all been duped
there's blood on this floor and say to say its mine
it flows from my palms up to my eyes
so this is the new year and what have i to show
but a broken smile and a book on how she to break this home?