...Made Ghosts Lyrics

I don't want to believe that it's too late,
but you're showing me it may be too late.

Open your eyes,
you're the dead in disguise.
Forget your Friday night,
think about your life.
Believe me,
there has to be,
a better way,
for everything.
I don't want to be the bearer of bad news,
but I will.

And I don't want to believe that it's too late,
too late.
But you're showing me it may be too late,
too late.

Things you don't know,
will continue to grow.
Your weakness is exposed,
and we're all letting go.
Believe me,
there has to be,
a better way,
for everything.
I don't want to be the bearer of bad news,
but I will.

And I don't want to believe that it's too late,
too late.
But you're showing me it may be too late,
too late.
And I don't want to believe,
that I am wasting all my time,
on a lost cause that won't listen,
who will gladly live a lie.

Since you refuse my help again,
I'll say goodbye to you my friend.
Best of luck to you.

And I don't want to believe that it's too late,
too late.
But you're showing me it may be too late,
too late.

And I don't want to believe,
that I am wasting all my time,
on a lost cause that won't listen,
who will gladly live a lie.