Cecilia Wingårdh

Tell me where am I supposed to go?

And who am I supposed to believe.

If only you knew what I knew.

Then you could see just what I see.



So I grab my bags and go, as far away as I can go.

Cause everything ain't what I used to know.

And I try to hide, but I just can't hide no more.

There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost.