passion is perfect for making you moan i am not like the coward that left you alone youre not a god you are somebodys son how are you not ashamed when you should have had one not that it hurts in the back of a van she dont feel anymore thats the price of your hands and you cant afford to admit you made life just like you cant afford to admit to your wife no youre not a man not a memory and no you are better dead you are the ghost of what hurts the most no and better yet you remember what you said get rid of it you are the ghost of what hurts the most secret is safe you had better believe she has not told a soul she just left that to me and it beats beats beats no youre not a man not a memory and no you are better dead you are the ghost of what hurts the most no and better yet you remember what you said get rid of it you are the ghost of what hurts the most