Echoes of Ghosts

It's about how people can often have two very different perspectives on love, from hopeful optimism, to bitter regret and cruel fantasy

I glance outwards to a misunderstanding world

I shout louder and louder to push my friends away

Corrosive pride and bitter refusal to relent shall cost me

But it's all just another game for me to play

He could never work out my pain meant so much more

Some day I will dwell in my own circle of hell

And wonder why in the end

I was always doomed to live and die alone

As the memory ebbs away

As only shadows of those memories remain

Maybe I can close my eyes

And sleep in peace again

She twisted and turned my empathy to suit herself

And my love for her became only a bitter mistake

Here's another toast to my bitter, withering health

I'm just a piece of the game for her to play

I could never see past her eyes, guarded from approach

Am I really in love or only at her mercy

I can only hope in the end

That I don't live and die alone

As the memory ebbs away

As only shadows of those memories remain

Maybe I can close my eyes

And sleep in peace again

This memory will haunt me forever

She could only love to destroy

(He could only be destroyed)

This memory will curse me forever

She may be a better person yet

(He may still shelter in regret).

The End

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