Ghost
Lost, scared, lonely, empty
freezing in the valley of insanity
not enough for world above
– rotting here, where I can't be found.
Expectations – first mistake
beggin' someone my soul to take
shadows an' ghost hunted me
now – part of them, where I can be
whatever I want, but free.
I am ghost, I am nobody
– not who I was meant to be,
but does it really matter?
Am I really needed, wanted?
No, I'm not. No one care how I feel
no one care if I heal.
I have nothing more to say
just to go along this way
'til the end of a days.
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