There’s a ghost inside my skin
Basking in my sin
Wearing me like a dress
She took over my soul
Swallowed me whole
Left me in distress
I tried to launch an attack
Grabbed her hand, pulled her back
But she pushed me back inside
Now she wears my charms
Says she doesn’t mean me harm
Still, the other me has died
She lied.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
There’s a ghost inside my skin
Basking in my sin
Wearing me like a dress
She took over my soul
Swallowed me whole
Left me in distress
I tried to launch an attack
Grabbed her hand, pulled her back
But she pushed me back inside
Now she wears my charms
Says she doesn’t mean me harm
Still, the other me has died
She lied.
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