I look like a ghost
My hands would agree
My partner
He wants me to give up hope
Also known as letting go
But I'm not done

The one that got away
Had candy in a pillowcase
And could dress up everyday
Without fear of hating face

I look like a cloud
My inside's falling out
An ideal realist
Just stole my inspiration
Also known as salting wounds
But I can't speak

They call me sane
But insanely-cheap ****
The bubble-gum on the bottom
Of their two-hundred-dollar shoes

I look like a corpse
Your weapon would agree
Me, myself and I
Want to give up this course
Also known as letting go
I hope I'm done