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The Missing Game

You're chasing ghosts
in this missing game
don't look down
no, don't look down

Stay a while and maybe we'll forget
all these things we've learned to hate
before I leave you standing
at the edge of lonely hearted-ness
staring up and away from the abyss
of things that cannot be

'Cause I don't miss you like a lover should
and I'm no longer making love to ghosts
under these nostalgic, bruised skies
that spell out our names
in a broken you-me tragedy

So don't look down
no, don't look down
at the dusty bones of me
that always break your ribs open  
just stay a while and maybe we'll forget
all these things we've learned to hate
while chasing dreams that were never
meant to be

© Indie Adams 2012
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published
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