Eyes
I feel like a fucking ghost
Just a pair of eyes paralyzed by a lust for a standard life
You left me out in the cold; I'll never get back the time you stole
Holding me back, my worlds starting to crack
Under the pressure of being the man that I could be
I'll live my life as a ghost in the background
Just a shadow on the walls of your memories
I only wish you could see: a little recognition means everything to me.
What does it take to get noticed by people supposed to be there from the jump?
I'm choking on all of the shit I've been force fed; I was born in a bottle of rum
I'm fighting for air, constricted by the cold blooded stares I see everywhere
I'm fighting for air in my lungs but I'm filling them up
I'm biding my time, not giving up, not wearing thin
I feel like a fucking ghost
Just a pair of eyes paralyzed by a lust for a standard life
You left me out in the cold; I'll never get back the time you stole
Holding me back, my worlds starting to crack
Under the pressure of being the man that I could be
Yo, I only wish you could see (WHAT?) a little recognition means everything to me
One day you'll be reaching for a hand in the dark
Only I won't be there
I wasn't there from the start
From the sides I've always watched
It made me sick through the night
What a pathetic excuse for a husband and wife
And to think all that that it would have taken
Was a little warmth from you both
Or maybe something like taking the hands off my throat
Because at the end of the day
You make me feel like a ghost
Just a pair of eyes paralyzed by a lust for a standard life
You left me out in the cold; I'll never get back the time you stole
Holding me back, my worlds starting to crack
Under the pressure of being the man that I could be
I'll live my life as a ghost in the background
Just a shadow on the walls of your memories
I only wish you could see: a little recognition means everything to me.
What does it take to get noticed by people supposed to be there from the jump?
I'm choking on all of the shit I've been force fed; I was born in a bottle of rum
I'm fighting for air, constricted by the cold blooded stares I see everywhere
I'm fighting for air in my lungs but I'm filling them up
I'm biding my time, not giving up, not wearing thin
I feel like a fucking ghost
Just a pair of eyes paralyzed by a lust for a standard life
You left me out in the cold; I'll never get back the time you stole
Holding me back, my worlds starting to crack
Under the pressure of being the man that I could be
Yo, I only wish you could see (WHAT?) a little recognition means everything to me
One day you'll be reaching for a hand in the dark
Only I won't be there
I wasn't there from the start
From the sides I've always watched
It made me sick through the night
What a pathetic excuse for a husband and wife
And to think all that that it would have taken
Was a little warmth from you both
Or maybe something like taking the hands off my throat
Because at the end of the day
You make me feel like a ghost
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Writer(s): Robbie Alexander
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