The Ghost's scar

I am the whisper in the hall,
The shadow dancing on the wall.
The air is cold where I should be,
A missing piece of melody.
This empty space, it has your shape,
A beautiful and cruel escape.

And in the silence, I can feel the stain,
A splintered heart that screams in whispered pain.
I see my face inside the glass...
And watch a ghost of me look past...

You left your ghost to haunt my mind,
The only part of you I find.
You are the scar I can't erase,
A phantom in this empty place.
I feel you burn beneath my skin,
This is the war I'll never win.

I trace the cracks upon the stone,
A queen upon a broken throne.
I sleep on your side of the bed,
And argue with the words you said.

You left your ghost to haunt my mind!
The only part of you I find!
You are the scar I can't erase,
A phantom in this empty place!
I feel you burn beneath my skin,
This is the war I'll never win!
This is the war I'll never win!

You speak of ghosts, you speak of scars...
As if you're watching from the stars.
I walk this earth, a hollow man,
A broken part of your own plan.
This mark you left, it will not fade,
A promise beautifully mis-betrayed.
You're not the ghost... you are the blade.

We are the scar, we are the ghost,
The ones we loved and hurt the most!
A part of you will stay with me!
A part of me you'll never free!
For all of eternity!
I feel you burn beneath my skin,
This is the war we'll never win!