The ghost of Christmas past
Was standing at the bottom of my bed
She said that I would have second chance
To take back all the hurtful things I said
I remember leaving it too late
I remember never coming home
The ghost of Christmas present has arrived
She beckons me to take a look around
And count the former friends with damaged lives
I'm scred to death
How many will be found?
I remember alcoholic rage
I remember lying to your face
Please make the furure bright
Make everything all right
Was standing at the bottom of my bed
She said that I would have second chance
To take back all the hurtful things I said
I remember leaving it too late
I remember never coming home
The ghost of Christmas present has arrived
She beckons me to take a look around
And count the former friends with damaged lives
I'm scred to death
How many will be found?
I remember alcoholic rage
I remember lying to your face
Please make the furure bright
Make everything all right