It was the ghost of me that you called out to
Heart half beating, mind overwrought
All self worth shattered and
Tomorrows filled with sorrow and pain She sits there cold, the woman I do not know
It cannot be me rotting away
Passion gone and insides frozen
A shell, a ghost, a corpse Breathe new life into this sadness
Shake me and wake me from it
The sickening self pity of loneliness
The desperate cry of an empty soul
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