Crying Pale Ghost
Invisible, forgotten and in pain
The rain is nothing than one more stain
Exhausted, haunted and mocked
If only he made her heart unlocked
When she was little, the kids used to laugh at her
Fingers pointed at her, treated as a foreigner by the teacher
The whole suburbia rumored she was a girl with dementia
She was just insane to dream that the world was an utopia
Only her could be a ghost because she's the only one with a soul
The victim is less famous than the person who stole
Then that's why her lover was so popular
Nobody looked at her, so does she with a mirror
Something shattered and she became a murderer
She's an urban legend after being a rumor
All the boys used to call her a crying pale ghost
Now all of them are known to be dead at the most
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