I Was Haunted (And The Ghost Was Me)

I walked the backroads where the crosses lean
Through fields of rust and kerosene
The wind it whispered, low and mean
A voice that knew the dark in me
The church bell tolled, but no one prayed
The river swelled with debts unpaid
A shadow followed, night and day
It called my name, but turned away
I was haunted, by a ghost I couldn't see
It rattled chains inside of me
Every step, it dragged my soul
Through burning fields and endless cold
I lit a candle, watched it die
The smoke drew faces in the sky
I begged the silence for a sign
But the echo said, The fault is mine
I chased the phantom through the pines
Through broken graves and crooked lines
I reached to touch its hollow frame
And found my face inside the flame
I was haunted, by a ghost I couldn't flee
But the grave I feared was carved for me
The voice, the chains, the endless plea
The ghost I chased was only me
I was haunted
And the ghost was me