Words

If to love you is to hurt then tell me how much is this worth
I'm laying on the floor hoping you'll want to make this work
But those words all worked
In anger they irked
All ghost that wander the walls and my mirth
These things they grieve me
And my mind is decieving
I lay in bed believe
The things they sing me
But the whispers are ghost
And they say what I hate the most
Dragging into the dirt
All That I bury in the earth