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Nothing But a Ghost
I’m in a life full of happiness and joy,
But why do I feel lonely?
Is it the people that don’t pay attention to me when I’m in a room?
Is it that the people don’t see me but a gloom?
My shadow’s all I can see
But why do I feel lonely?
I want my world to shine
But I know I’ve changed; It’s what I’ve gotten to the second
I woke up this morning; Nothing.
A ghost. Nothing but a ghost.
I beg for them to hear me, and I scream as far as the Arabian Sea
But nothing. I’m nothing but a ghost.
People can’t see through me; neither can they see my real personality.
And I’m frightened to speak, and I know I’ve gotten weak
And I know I’ve changed.
Changed in a way I can’t explain.
Am I dead? Or is it just the thoughts that are going through my head?
Why do I feel lonely? With no one to turn to
With no path to go through. I’m a ghost.
Nothing but a Ghost.
And there are times, when I look back and see
The beauty that used to be in me,
But now it’s all gone; drowned in the ocean; gone with the wind
Or melted with the snow.
All I know is I’m nothing. Nothing but a Ghost.
A fearsome creature, who no one dares to talk to.
Whose life has changed over night; a change you can’t return to
A face you can’t just undo,
but a body that you can pass through.
I still don’t know why it was me who changed,
have i committed a crime? have i sinned? Have i taken some things too far?
Now all that doesn’t matter, because of everything that is bizarre
I am left with nothing but a scar, a scar of change.
And i see people passing by me, strangers, family, friends.
But they see nothing. Nothing but a ghost.
People can’t see through me; neither can they see my real personality.
And I’m frightened to speak, and I know I’ve gotten weak
For the last time, I ask myself. Why am I lonely?
I am lost.
I am out of control.
I am fearful.
I am petrified.
I am nothing but lonely. Nothing but a lonely Ghost.
And although I look at the world, and I know it is beautiful,
I know that nothing will change, I will remain the same.
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