what am i? who am i? where do I belong?
why do I walk this world, why am I always
such a sad little girl, begging to fit in
with the rest of the world, but I am left out into
the dark, with me, and my broken heart.
I scream, but no one can hear me,
and why is that when I want a friend,
that they always slip away from me,
is this the way my empty life is
supposed to be.I walk around,
with my head down, tears fall
from my glassy eyes, falling into
my own demise, wishing that I
could waste away and die.. what am I,
what am I doing here? Who am I?
Where is all my friends? Where do I
belong? will this ever make sense at all,
even long after I fall... So many words
were left unspoken, and yet I still feel
so broken, the silence holding me back,
memories of the cold, dark past still
come back to haunt to me, and why is that
no one, not even you, can see me,
I hold the empty gun, not looking back
once, but then the flashbacks and blood
on the floor come back to my memory and
I remember why you left me.. echoes ring in
my ears, I still wish you were here... but then again,
you can't see me. I run away, wishing I could come
back another day, alive and well, that way we could
forget those gray days instead of me watching you
go your own way, with someone new, and is it safe
for me to say that I miss you...
who am I? what am I? where do I belong?
I know, I am a ghost, a ghost with a lost soul,
trying so hard to find it again, so I can be with you
again, and te agony and pain can go away, so here
i am again, fading away, only to find myself to
come back... another day...
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