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Ghost
Like a ghost walking through the halls I sneak by quietly.
Like an object inches from your face one day you shall see.
Sometimes I wonder what it be like if you noticed me.
Then I realize dreams are all we have and that's all they'll ever be.
We must face the facts old friend, I'm as transparent as a ghost....its who I'm meant to be.
Like an object inches from your face one day you shall see.
Sometimes I wonder what it be like if you noticed me.
Then I realize dreams are all we have and that's all they'll ever be.
We must face the facts old friend, I'm as transparent as a ghost....its who I'm meant to be.
Published 4th Apr 2013
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