I am numb as I walk these hollow streets
Wondering why nothing really lasts
Beneath my clean, cold bed sheets
Where I am haunted by a ghost of the past
I feel guilt. I feel nothing but pain and sorrow
In my dark, empty, echoing chest
And I'm planning never to see tomorrow
Because nothing ever really lasts
Except you, who lives in memories
Memories of an ancient past.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
I am numb as I walk these hollow streets
Wondering why nothing really lasts
Beneath my clean, cold bed sheets
Where I am haunted by a ghost of the past
I feel guilt. I feel nothing but pain and sorrow
In my dark, empty, echoing chest
And I'm planning never to see tomorrow
Because nothing ever really lasts
Except you, who lives in memories
Memories of an ancient past.
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