Phantoms

It's not fair that I have to cater to you
And it's not fair that I revolve around your world
Maybe someday you will see the wicked way you treated me
I'm sick of fixing broken bridges and this is what you get

Do you have a conscience?
What's your problem?
Why can't we solve this now?

There's no purpose for this phantom at our door
Take it, you can have it, I don't want it anymore
'Cause I realized I can grow up and handle this myself, myself
You're phantom hell

It's not fair that I rearrange to suit you
And it's not fair that I have to shut my mouth
Maybe soon you'll have a clue of all the things you put me through
I'm sick of crossing burning bridges and this is what you get

Do you have a conscience?
What's your problem?
Why can't we solve this now?

There's no purpose for this phantom at our door
Take it, you can have it, I don't want it anymore
'Cause I realized I can grow up and handle this myself, myself
You're phantom hell

Do you have a conscience?
What's your problem?
Why can't we solve this?
Do you have a conscience?
What's your problem?
Why can't we solve this now?

There's no purpose for this phantom at our door
Take it, you can have it, I don't want it anymore
'Cause I realized I can grow up and handle this myself, myself
You're phantom hell, oh