Something Else She Didn'T Live Long Enough To See
I am nothing to these people
Nobody can see me anymore
Just cast me to the side like the empty needle after you've had your fix
That's just what you did
Now everybody thinks that it is alright
You know, I can't sleep at night?
This is all your fault
I could say I hate you, but I don't know you..enough
I've been acting real tough lately
Screaming things like "I don't care"
And I don't think anyone really notices me enough to hate me
Sometimes I think I'm crazy
And I'm gonna blame it all on you now
I'm gonna make you turn in your grave
With the number of times you hear the word whore follow your name
I'll make your soul reckless
I will never let you forget this
You know, there is a difference between a phantom and a ghost?
A ghost at least has a soul
Trapped in the place they once called home
But a phantom wanders forgotten and hollow
Broken and empty, burning with the face that they have no place to go
Nobody wants them
So when I die:
My phantom and I,
We'll wreck your ghost
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