Ghost
a hard heart i have indeed
so many stabbed it just to watch it bleed
life is hard road and a task at hand
to be a lost soul up on this land
as i wonder the face of this earth
trying to find what it is i am worth
i stand listening to the whispers in the wind
telling me never make the same mistakes again
i always tend to be walking down this lonely road
asking myself why people are so empty and so cold
why is it so easy to fall in love so fast
yet so hard to put bad things in the past
searching for the answers to the questions i ask the most
people tend to walk right through me like i'm a ghost
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