like a ghost i walk the world
not being seen and barley being heard
trying to find someone else like me
but failing every time i try
and the wound just gets bigger and bigger
opening the gap in my heart even more
tearing it open till it nothing more than a few scraps left for the crows
and all the while i walk around acting like its all ok
trying to make myself believe that im ok and that im gonna make it
but latley nothing has really mattered anymore
school is just another place to be scorned and yelled at
while home is just a place to eat and sleep
and my room the place to sit in dispeir think about her and them
and just trying to make sense of anything but it never seems to work right
cause when i do i create more wounds that where deeper then the last
and so by the end of the day there is nothing left but a soul
a soul that just loved but was never loved
a soul that just want but was never wanted back
crying in the dark in a cold corrner
the ghost inside cries knowing that the outside is all an act
a cherade that nobody sees through
but its not like it matterd who would want to see me anyway