The Ghost
Into the eyes, there are many lies.
The things that make it work.
But, sometimes it can be to much.
To go away, be a ghost.
Think that no one cares, or to be the one by your side.
That was a thought in this life.
The scars showed on the hands,
They don't mask the past.
They're all are one in the same.
A pain that won't go away,
A life that moves on.
No matter what happens
No matter how much it hurts.
To know there is no choice of being a ghost.
Because, people really do care.
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