ghost

I rummage through your stuff looking for a little glad
I found a half gone sandwich inside a paper bag
You don't care, clearly you're depressed
You don't know what's wrong with you, I wish that I could help
I hate my feelings towards you. I wish things just worked
Id say that I don't like you but that makes my insides hurt
Sometimes all I want is a hug
I want to be a kid again, if this is growing up



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Buzimkic
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