maidenisti-

I don't like walking around this old and empty house.
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

There's an old voice in my head
that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks.

Soon it will all be over, buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
and full of life and full of love.

Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I am right.
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear.

You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear.
All that's left is a ghost of you.

Just let me go, we'll meet again soon.