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you may exsist but you are a ghost to me as am I for it seems you never knew me oh the sweet irony oh the innocent trust oh I don't blame you for who am I to say the flaws I release are as real as yours but I know that the blood I bleed may of led you astray as for I know I was never easy in the end love fades like the light in my eyes that night when I believed it would last for awhile but every moment is fleeting every promise is misleading or so I have learned the lines got tangled I was choking myself out I would be lying if I said I was alright for I have seen my mistakes in the clearest light the reflection in the mirror oh so real the reality of my position, spinning fast as the wheel thank you for all its worth I may now be a ghost of these streets those memories just linger in the air I breathe I feel the cold of the pavement beneath my feet you are now a ghost for it seemed none of this never happened maybe, oh maybe we can just forget or at least I hope you suceed the last time we spoke still haunts me so dry and dull the words so stale and short in time all good things must come to and end and so it did...it is better that way
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Ghosts That We Knew
you may exsist but you are a ghost to me as am I for it seems you never knew me oh the sweet irony oh the innocent trust oh I don't blame you for who am I to say the flaws I release are as real as yours but I know that the blood I bleed may of led you astray as for I know I was never easy in the end love fades like the light in my eyes that night when I believed it would last for awhile but every moment is fleeting every promise is misleading or so I have learned the lines got tangled I was choking myself out I would be lying if I said I was alright for I have seen my mistakes in the clearest light the reflection in the mirror oh so real the reality of my position, spinning fast as the wheel thank you for all its worth I may now be a ghost of these streets those memories just linger in the air I breathe I feel the cold of the pavement beneath my feet you are now a ghost for it seemed none of this never happened maybe, oh maybe we can just forget or at least I hope you suceed the last time we spoke still haunts me so dry and dull the words so stale and short in time all good things must come to and end and so it did...it is better that way
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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