I'm tired of believing
in what I don't have
I'm tired of trying
to make it all be
This heart won't keep
forever in my mouth.
I'm scared this is it.
I'm haunted by....ghosts, yes, a ghost. I'm not a believer, trust me. Bourke Street, chills me. Train timetables, girls, boys, bags and toys. I can see...'it' and it's making me tremble. Not tremble...just pause, and reflect. Don't follow me, don't haunt me, don't even want me. I can't help seeing you in all of this. Memories have never tasted so real. You're in everything I've ever wanted, and it's haunting me...for now. Where will you be when I scream out your name?
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