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me and my ghosts

the town's been showered by the morning sun,
and everyone's drinking happy pills and cheerful smiles,
but if i do the same thing then i turn into a funny clown-
why i'm faking the fact that i'm not alright?

after the morning sun comes in the darkest night,
and everyone's sleeping with a serene heart-
wish i could have the same state of mind,
so i'm not crying ugly in the midnight bar.

i occupied my mind to be busy,
and it doesn't mean that i'm happy,
cause sadness awaits after the afterparty,
waiting for me to be lonely.

switching the gears when they started asking,
cause i'm not fine but i can't admit it,
but the sadness itself is my company,
when things get rough and i got nothing.

it’s me and my ghosts,
when things heading for the worst,
and they keep reminding me of who i am before,
but every second chances are a locked-up door.

it would be me and my ghosts,
if every around me can't handle my worst,
cause i don't think sooner that things will get better,
it would be me and my ghosts-
everything is fine altogether.