I'm tired of
ghosts
Sick of
memories and memoirs
Sick of the loud music you always play
With words I cannot understand
I'm not like you.
I'm done with looking for
God
He never answered anyone I know
And I think that maybe
He never made me in
Heaven anyway.
I am tried of the
ghosts...
I wish I could
sing them
real
Sing them
alive,
Sing them
soft and
warm…
But I can't for lack of want,
And they are stuck haunting me
Because I don't have the
courage
To bring them
Back.
"You've turned your
music off...
Why? I was just getting used to the
chaos.
And I think I like the
chaos
So turn the
music louder
And louder..."
And inside I know
That I only say that
To cover the sound
My
heart makes
When it
Breaks.