Ghost Talk

Why did I suffer for memories
My brain couldn't comprehend
Why did I suffer for words
That I couldn't apprehend
And if this is a life it's a bit of a shitty one
Obsessed with the memories
My brain can't quite play
And if this is a song it's a bit of a shitty one
Repeating the guilt
That runs through my brain

Hold me like you love me
Tell me some tales from when you were alive
Hold me like you love me
Give me a portion of my stolen life

I can't tell if you're real
Can't even tell in the everyday
Are you just in my head
Saying the words that I wish you to say
And if you exist, you're not doing it well
Can't even touch things
Or have a full life
And if I were to say I don't know what you've been through
Would you forgive what you did to survive

Hold me like you love me
Tell me some tales from when you were alive
Hold me like you love me
Give me a portion of my stolen life

You are the worst of my fears
I would say, even worse than death
Forgotten but still barely here
Not really sure about which life you spent
And if I were to tell you what I've done with my life
Please understand that I've tried my best
And would you embrace me and talk to me softly
Or would you just group me along with the rest

Hold me
Hold me
Hold me
I cling too tight to this fantasy
I know
All of my dreams are better than this
Hold me
I only have nightmares when I'm awake
Hold me
Just hold me
Hold me like you love me
Tell me some tales from when you were alive
Hold me like you're real
And not just a figment of my active mind
Hold me like you love me
Tell me some tales from when you were alive
Hold me like you love me
Give me a portion of my stolen life



Credits
Writer(s): Ainsley Rutherford
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