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I feel like a ghost watching myself fade every day, surrounded by nightmares without any say.
The times that I thought about taking my life, circling ever clear.
Why do I believe, that it seems, like I deserve this?
Dwelling alone, surrounded with loss, staring into my mind, with nothing to keep them at bay.
Why do I believe, that it seems, like I’m a burden?
Everything now, just feels like a face, that I can’t see with, blurring into the grey.
Why do I know, that I am lost, a wasted lost cause?

The hope I know a fraud. The light I saw a sham and gone.
Destined to walk like a ghost without myself to wither away.
Saying that I’m okay, that I am fine.
A beautiful lie I tell myself every single breath.
Destined to walk like a ghost without a soul in my own skin.

Walking within the dark is all I have known, where nightmares become reality.
Giving everything for nothing more than a spark, left behind to decay.
Pouring my soul till I am like a ghost, a hollow see through display.
Why do I believe, that it seems, I am just a host?
Holding out my heart, just to be torn apart mercilessly, hanging tattered and astray.
Why do I believe, that it seems, I lose no matter the cost?
My wrists bleeding like the tides of the ocean, pumped with loss and drawn of love.
Why do I know, that for certain, I am just a trophy?

The rock bottom I believed all but a fraud. The belief of the world I want a sham and gone.
Prophesized like a ghost with a choice to myself only to wither away.
Told to bury it all and pile it all on.
A beautiful lie I must live behind every single breath.
The absolution of walking like a ghost without my soul within my own skin.
Promised to be hollow and too numb to feel.
It lives within like a transfusion from what I want and what I am given.
Slowly more and more I am nothing more than an amalgamation of what I once was.
The embodiment of what I can only understand to be like a ghost.

What am I really at this point if I am like a ghost?
Am I only walking this earth to be another’s host?
Do I just accept the price of my choice without regard of the cost?
I live like a ghost watching myself fade every day, becoming everything my nightmares say.
I’ve lived through far more than I should have, circling ever clear.
A path alone, losing everything that steps on the road, just to keep them at bay.
All that remains, is a hollow shell that blurred into the grey, to live like a ghost.

Description

I feel like a ghost watching myself fade every day, surrounded by nightmares without any say.
The times that I thought about taking my life, circling ever clear.
Why do I believe, that it seems, like I deserve this?
Dwelling alone, surrounded with loss, staring into my mind, with nothing to keep them at bay.
Why do I believe, that it seems, like I’m a burden?
Everything now, just feels like a face, that I can’t see with, blurring into the grey.
Why do I know, that I am lost, a wasted lost cause?

The hope I know a fraud. The light I saw a sham and gone.
Destined to walk like a ghost without myself to wither away.
Saying that I’m okay, that I am fine.
A beautiful lie I tell myself every single breath.
Destined to walk like a ghost without a soul in my own skin.

Walking within the dark is all I have known, where nightmares become reality.
Giving everything for nothing more than a spark, left behind to decay.
Pouring my soul till I am like a ghost, a hollow see through display.
Why do I believe, that it seems, I am just a host?
Holding out my heart, just to be torn apart mercilessly, hanging tattered and astray.
Why do I believe, that it seems, I lose no matter the cost?
My wrists bleeding like the tides of the ocean, pumped with loss and drawn of love.
Why do I know, that for certain, I am just a trophy?

The rock bottom I believed all but a fraud. The belief of the world I want a sham and gone.
Prophesized like a ghost with a choice to myself only to wither away.
Told to bury it all and pile it all on.
A beautiful lie I must live behind every single breath.
The absolution of walking like a ghost without my soul within my own skin.
Promised to be hollow and too numb to feel.
It lives within like a transfusion from what I want and what I am given.
Slowly more and more I am nothing more than an amalgamation of what I once was.
The embodiment of what I can only understand to be like a ghost.

What am I really at this point if I am like a ghost?
Am I only walking this earth to be another’s host?
Do I just accept the price of my choice without regard of the cost?
I live like a ghost watching myself fade every day, becoming everything my nightmares say.
I’ve lived through far more than I should have, circling ever clear.
A path alone, losing everything that steps on the road, just to keep them at bay.
All that remains, is a hollow shell that blurred into the grey, to live like a ghost.