Winger Pull Me Under

Memories are laced in poison I know
Just one more taste 'cuz I'm dying slow
Always a price, never a cure
I'll hold on forever. One thing that I know for sure
I can't shake you
I can't let you go
I still see your face in my mind
I can't move on
Say you will
Pull me under
Ghosts of the past back from the dead
I bury the memories and dig them up again
Haunting my head, losing control