I see a ghost in a photograph 
I feel that [bad word] up under me 
I see myself in that other half 
I feel that pain pull me underneath 
I see the times that we'll never have 
I hear the sighs of content we'd breathe 
I feel the smile that I wish I had 
But all these moments are projections of the past 
Cuz a part of me died and a liveliness was lost when you passed 
And a light in me dimmed as a certainty was slipping through my grasp 
Now I'm picking up the pieces getting cut open by shards of broken glass 
Well how long can this last 
Missing is that purpose in my life but I can get it back 

This isn't gone 
I can get it back 

I see no soul in the mirror 
Only see signs of demise getting nearer 
"Time heals wounds" is absurd as a theorem 
But I can see above the sky's getting clearer 
And though despair of things before will never leave 
Although our past mistakes can never be retrieved 
Way out in the distance is a vessel on the seas 
And I'm a set a heading toward the sun, cuz I believe that I can get it back 
All that hope and that joy 
That [bad word] and that care 
Those dreams of a boy, I can get it back 
All that love and that worth 
That touch of a flare 
That feel of the earth, I can get it back 
That drive to extreme 
That confidence to lead 
That willingness to bleed, I will get it back 
Reassembled when I'm done 
Depression on [bad word] as [bad word] beating on these [bad word] 

This isn't gone 
I can get it back 

Battles with the mind and the timid stand off 
Slightest bit of pain and those tender folk scoff 
Choose the destination but that bridge must be crossed 
Guess the bottom line is we're cut from different cloths 
Borders they divide but I'm inclined to cut across 
Reach the outer limits then I cut away my loss 
Continue toward the goal in sight no matter what the cost 
Emboldened by this chance, I'm not afraid to get lost 
Cuz now I'm pushing forward and nobody dare oppose 
Now I'm moving faster while that ticking clock slows 
And now I'm climbing higher like the ground can't hold 
So I don't plan on stopping when this summit plateaus 
I'm that invasion of the body by the soul 
Sickened from the cold but soon a certified whole 
Never one to fight but I just hit it on the nose 
It took my spirit, but I got it back, case closed