The Horrible Truth About You
I sat there and stare
At the broken walls
And the walking ghosts
Filled me with fear
But with no sympathy
I Sat there and stare
At your tears
Slowly they leave your cheeks
fall into the ground
But then it bounce
Refusing to let go of your pain
How bad it was
To be the one everyone blame
Was'nt like fame
To be standing there with gulit
For what've you did
I sat there and stare
How time changed your blood
From red to white
Such a plight
with no decent light
Shinning right behind you
With no one to inspire
With no one to guide
You re still a walking ghost to me
Copyright © Arwa Hussin | Year Posted 2008
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