Phantoms

It's not fair that i have to cater to you
It's not fair that i revolve around your world
Maybe someday you will see
The evil way you treated me
Im sick of fixing broken bridges
And this is what you get

Do you have a conscience?
What's your problem?
Why can't we solve this now?

There's no purpose for this phantom at our door
Take it, you can have it i don't want it anymore
Cause i realize that i can grow up and handle this myself, myself
Your phantom hell

It's not fair that i rearrange to suit you
It's not fair that i have to shut my mouth
Maybe soon you'll have a clue
Of all the things you put me through
Im sick of crossing burning bridges
And this is what you get

Do you have a conscience?
What's your problem?
Why can't we solve this now?

There's no purpose for this phantom at our door
Take it, you can have it i don't want it anymore
Cause i realize that i can grow up and handle this myself, myself
Your phantom hell