i guess i’ll die wondering

i guess i’ll die wondering and you’ll die asking

How can I be honest with you  

When I can’t even be honest with myself 

22 years spent in this skin  

Because I guess that’s what we do  

I’ll keep watching over you  

I’ll grab onto your rib cage and never let go 

I can’t die alone  

Because I’m a ghost can’t you see 

 You’ll never be able to live with me 

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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