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Ghost

How can I supposed to flew Am following by the ghost of you It pulling me back To the feelings am trying to pack And I failed in telling myself That you are gone, have to bleed alone Where do I supposed to run The bun of memory hits like a punch Your voices take me back To the time we met Its really breathtaking To step on road directionless Now I am like a traveler Whose destination is not decided What the hell am supposed to do Without you Without you And am following by the ghost of you Why the hell am supposed to live I’ve been keep haunting,By the ghost of you Am filled with most of you Every sight take me back And unpacked world am trying to pack Now am not able to tell myself Just been saving myself From the ghost of you Yeah its a ghost of you Horrified me, do not let me sleep You’ve become Terror of my day Nightmare in the night Which is haunting me cause am alone Pain in my chest cries to make you a phone Its for the first time Am afraid to remember the happy time I don’t know what am supposed to do Cause my days become bane Am here but not here Without you, its no gain I rode away from your sight To keep a stop on this plight But followed by the ghost of you Oh, now I changed my path Still followed by the ghost of you I want to take a deep breathe But your ghost makes me run It’s no more fun Don’t take me back to the time we met Eyes filled with tears Face expresses fear I can’t bear Don’t take me back to the night we kissed, To the time we met Feel like am feet under the ground Heavy to breathe Terrible to sleep Horrible memories I beg, I shout I cried aloud Please Don’t take me back to the night we met

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