I'm so good at driving people away.
And when I do,they never come back.
They don't know all I wanted was,
To see them never get tired of me and stick around
But that's not life.
It isn't a factory of wishes.
I see them drift away from my hands,
As I push them away,they go.
They find the better life without me.
I pull them again,but it won't be the same
I give myself so much pain.
That they don't ever recognize.
They're so occupied with their own life,
They forget me.
I become a ghost.
A ghost,that hunts thyself.
I shout,one barely listens.
I cry,one barely sees
I turn the tables,and I catch everyones attention.
They blame me,for turning the tables and ruining everything.
But all I ever wanted,was someone to tell me,that they love me.
And they are never going to leave me.
It sounds so unfamiliar,
To them.
The happiest face around,
Is the most torn soul.
Living ghost.
I can walk past you,without you noticing a tear in my eye.
I can look you straight in the eye,without you noticing,
The sleepless night I had.
I am a tortured soul waiting for justice.
I am the unfamiliar voice,no one will ever hear.