Ghost Town
I got hallway out of town today
but I couldn't leave
before I faced the last of my demons
So I turned around and went back
Drawn by the emptiness I'd avoided for months
Four walls held up by cement
that might as well be
made of bones and ash
from all the skeletons I've left buried there
I'd burn it down if I had a match
to incinerate the memories I've tried hard to erase
But you're gone and so am I
thought not in quite the same way
My questions were answered and I realize now
that the building wit the skeleton bones
will never be the same
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