Untitled Ghost Song (Eulogy)

You said you've been having prophetic Nightmares
I wonder what you did to deserve that?
You are soft, made of flesh and bone And lies
That glitter like gold
But I guess we all have to grow up Eventually
You sooner than later

You said you were alright, another of your pretty lies
You took the chance, made the point
Chose the knife changed your name, Acted your age
Told me I should be alright

From the start did you plan to leave me Behind?
Said you'd never met someone so Content with dying
Eulogize you with my pen, let you rest when it stops hurting

You took the chance, made the point
Chose the knife changed your name, acted your age



Credits
Writer(s): Dirk Johnson
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