Ghosted

I wake up in the dead of night, with shadows on my wall

The city's awake outside, but I'm trapped in my own fall

I'm searching for a way out, through the darkness that I've made

Tryna find my way back, to the light that I've betrayed

I'm chasing the ghosts, that haunt my every step

Tryna find my way back, to the life that I've left

I'm running from the demons, that I've yet to define

Tryna find my way back, to the light that's mine

I'm standing tall, like a tree that's weathered the storm

My roots digging deep, into the earth where I was born