Now that I've grown up, and I'm still afraid of my ghosts From past It doesn't matter what I do I remain a cryptic paste Maybe the world would be better without me here Will you cry? When I'm gone I pass your house and it's all dark I wonder if you were but a ghost I created in my mind But you real, so real Now that I've grown up, and I'm still afraid of my ghosts From past It doesn't matter what I do I remain a cryptic paste