Sometimes it seems like yesterday
Was it really meant to be that way
With no more to lose or to gain
Being haunted by the pain

Working with his hands gave him pride
Filling some of the emptiness inside
But now only thoughts of her remain
Being haunted by the pain

He never had a reason to cry
But the tears opened his eyes
His heart couldn't stand the strain
Being haunted by the pain

Realizing all the things he missed
Remembering the little hand he kissed
Thoughts of a cold steel pointed at his brain
Forever haunted by the pain