Ghost Town
I'm walking through a ghost town
Made of places that used to feel like home
Hearths that perpetually coast down
Faded faces turned to stone
When I see your eyes
They tell me that everything has changed
The icy shore cries
For its land has become estranged
And I know very well that you left a while back
But I can hardly tell because I've been dressing all black
And finding myself buried 12 feet deep within the surface
I tried to help but I need to sow what I reap and find a purpose
Made of places that used to feel like home
Hearths that perpetually coast down
Faded faces turned to stone
When I see your eyes
They tell me that everything has changed
The icy shore cries
For its land has become estranged
And I know very well that you left a while back
But I can hardly tell because I've been dressing all black
And finding myself buried 12 feet deep within the surface
I tried to help but I need to sow what I reap and find a purpose
Credits
Writer(s): Carina Dumais
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