It's a matter of time
before i loose my mind
memories running wild
The wind itself can't catch ,
They hunted me
like my people twitted me
It's a matter of time
before i go crazy
i don't think there's
a medicine to come uncrazy
the past is a ghost
i wanted to left behind
but it keep coming back
make me want to pack
but where would i go
what should i do
the past is a ghost
I'm trying to left behind
it keep coming back
which make me wonder why
would i ever get through
or forget my mistake
they seem like a link
that i can't erase
and this phase of my life
need to be gone
gone with the wind
wash in the sea
mix with the sand
come nothing but dirt
something i shall, never pick up
something my mind will never re-wind
because my past is a ghost i want to forget
i have live in fear
for so many years
with tears i sleep in my eye
but now i know what i should do,
when memories unwind
you don't go running wild
because it will be a matter of time
they all will coming back
it"ll keep hunted me, and i want to move on
so I'll face my fear so i can step it on
or it'll be
just s matter of time
before i loose my mind