Broken Ghost
Hey, isn't it crazy?
I cried and cried and lost myself
Only for the hope of finding you.
But guess I needed to know that-
what is lost can be found
but what we hide from stays unfound
I fell onto the floor
I looked in the mirror
I kept asking to the ghost
Who are you?
Who are you without him?
The answer was a roll of tears
Hell-I could not recognize the ghost.
Was it a play to you?
Was it a role u aced?
Coz I got a hundred
for the miserable woman I played.
But now I leave the stage
as the wretched woman is dead
She is free now
Free to rise above the cage.
Did it pain you?
Did it hurt you?
Did it trouble you
to go through so much?
As lying with a smile
is a hell of a task.
And you aced that task with grace.
I tore myself apart,
I let myself down.
But you will know better
as you saw me go down.
Was I your trophy or
was I your job?
Did all your troubles go in vain
or did it satisfy you in the end?
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