There was once a ghost,
Who was once a human ,happy and free.
Now he's dead and can do no more,
He wanders the streets alone.

His old house is left in ruins,
His old street is dead.
The ghost is confused,
Doesn't anyone care?

The old ghost its weary,
As he steps into the big city.
He sees streets full of cars,
And lively restaurants and  jolly bars.

The old ghost is happy,
That the people have moved on,
And have developed this loving city,
He let out a big yawn.

The old ghost satisfied returned to his grave,
And let his soul be with his body again.
The old ghost finally let go,
And got ready to go to heaven and say hello.

It's the little things that I know is true
Its the little things I saved that make me kinda blue

Told me I need to grow, my roots develop before forming my soul..
Craved who you are and who you will be

Hit me like no other drug
Too much, too soon
Or
Too little, too late

head full of better off dead
not enough days left in this bitter memory....afraid to lose you until now

This moment is holding me still
in a second too long,
in a memory too deep,
in an ocean too infinite,
in a scar too wide,
a hollow too dark.
On a road where I can only stumble
because my legs
were not meant to walk,
because I have not learned
to give up this guilt
gnawing at my heart,
clawing at my arms
because I'm not sure
of all the things I do,
and all the things
you told me not to do but I still did.
But this is the end
and I let the moment hold me still,
so still that I almost feel
my heartbeat freeze in place,
so still that everyone doubts
if I was ever alive,
so still that earth feels like it moves,
so still that I can almost
Almost hear you screaming.
So still that I can almost
Almost feel your heart against mine.
So still that I can almost pretend that I'm alive.

I talk about what i see
U talk about what you hear
My truth are your tales