Ghost of Christmas Past (Ties)

I am no longer a former shell of my old self
I have been through the ringer but I know I'll always prevail
You no longer have control over me
Because I will be making my own destiny
Cutting off all ties to my previous conscience
I'm about to fly away
Cutting off my many ties once and for all
Cut 'em off if I want to have it all
If I need help, all I have to do is call, call
Just call