Ghost

It’s like these polar-lights
They come and go without a warning-sign
I fold my hands and wait
For something new but I know all the lines
There’s nothing left to try
My mind has walked a million ways
These queries come to me
But all the answers stay away

Tell me will I ever get better
Will I ever get better at all?
I’ve got this fever for decades
Got this fever and it feels like I fall

These records of the past
They keep my mind from getting well
I wonder if it’s true
You have to kill to break the spell

There’s nothing left to try
I don’t wanna talk nomore
When everything is gone
Maybe I can breathe again

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