and even they got bored
of the words I throw around
too proud
to say, "I'm lost too,"
wondering and searching
reaching and hoping,
"come find me, come save me,
let's run."
But these ghosts, they've left me,
alone with my thoughts,
the ones that haunt me.
So you see,
I write these pages for ghosts,
and I can't seem,
to find the blame
I'd like to place upon the
graves of these ghost,
wandering, wondering
why I'm so busy
haunting myself.
