| I can be quiet | 
| Keep things to myself | 
| Stumbled on words, sometimes they hurt | 
| But I won’t tell anyone else | 
| I can be cold | 
| A little matter of fact | 
| But she knows I’m here, inside this fear | 
| Constantly calling me back | 
| Like a ghost, she’s there to remind me | 
| Like a song, I know she’ll always find me | 
| Forever she’ll rise, that look in her eyes | 
| 'Cause she knows | 
| Who it is that I was, who I wanted to be | 
| Who it is that I am and I’m not | 
| May she always be the haunting of me | 
| When the panic attacks | 
| Terrorises and tears | 
| She keeps me calm, the eye of the storm | 
| Restores me to shores and repairs | 
| Like a ghost, she’s there to remind me | 
| Like a song, I know she’ll always find me | 
| Forever she’ll rise, that look in her eyes | 
| 'Cause she knows, 'cause she knows, 'cause she knows | 
| Who it is that I was, who I wanted to be | 
| Who it is that I am and I’m not | 
| May she always be the haunting of me | 
| I hope I hold her the way that I’m held | 
| And I hope I caught her every time that she fell | 
| And I hope I’m strong when she needs me to be | 
| And I hope I haunt her the way she haunts me | 
| Like a ghost, she’s there to remind me | 
| Like a song, I know she’ll always find me | 
| Forever she’ll rise, that look in her eyes | 
| 'Cause she knows, 'cause she knows, 'cause she knows | 
| Who it is that I was, who I wanted to be | 
| Who it is that I am and I’m not | 
| May she always be the haunting of me | 
| The haunting of me | 
| May she always be the haunting of me | 
| The haunting of me |