Life of a Ghost Vator
Life of a Ghost Vator
I'm too busy going up like an
Elevator..
It's no turning back for me
I feel spirits all around me
I hear the enemy calling my name
But I don't want him near me
It almost feel as if I'm actually drowning
With no life jacket
Or a scripture from Shakespeare
Cause I carry the hatchet
You don't know the dark nights
I spent in my living room
Looking for away to escape
Like the wicked witch on a broom
Or maybe Casper the ghost
I really lost hope
I survive like an animal in the wild
Playing tug of war with
A Thin rope
But that doesn't matter now
I see things different then you
If you walk a mile in my shoes
What would you actually do?
Life of A Ghost Vator......
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