Ghosts

I walk through town with this
This desolate mind
Desolate world
Desolate why
I try to crawl away to the hole that I found
Lay me right down
Down in the ground
I try to kill the pain and search for something inside
A place to die
Take me so high
I try to talk to ghosts that are growing so cold
At least they are close
At least they don't know

I walk through hell with my skin peeling through
Nothing to prove
Rotting with you
I open up my casket for an open view
Without a clue
Turning into
I try to kill the pain and search for something inside
A place to die
Wondering why
I try to talk to ghosts that are growing so cold
At least they are close but now they all know



Credits
Writer(s): Domenick Walley
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