Go on, Leave me, GOOO!!!

I'm scared
I'll scare myself again
just need some time
just to pretend
always lost
losing my best friend
I'll leave it to work
and work it out in the end

these memories are like a ghost
walking through the floor
asking me if i want more, if i want more
they haunt me in my dreams
and haunt me at my door
telling me that i want more, that i want more


this hand of god
has left me biting through my nails
and this cool summers breeze
has left wind blowing through my sales
this unsolved problem
has left me counting in my threes
this goodnight's sleep
has given endless bad memories

these memories are like a ghost
walking through the floor
asking me if i want more, if i want more
they haunt me in my dreams
and haunt me at my door
telling me that i want more, that i want more

is this a truth, a fiction
or a metaphor for love
cause the light from once i came
has left a shadow from above
we could think this through again
but thinking never was the same
i guess you've lost another brother
the brother i became

these memories are like a ghost
walking through the floor
asking me if i want more, if i want more
they haunt me in my dreams
and haunt me at my door
telling me that i want more, that i want more

The End

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