I don't believe in ghosts
Or a god, or what I need most
I just need enough of you to sustain
A memory, so my eyes won't strain
Just like white ink on sheets of paper
Disappearing from me like vapor
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well
Always in front of me was you
Always chasing a ghost
Always behind me was regret
Always followed by ghosts
I don't need to live my life like a ghost
Or a god, or a parasite's host
I just need enough of you to maintain
The last fragments of me that remain
Things aren't as real as they seem
Sometimes thin air weighs more than concrete
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