I’m just a ghost of who I used to be but haven’t you heard that ghosts are in this time of year?

 

I’ll never be what I used to be

But that’s just me

And the bright side is hard to see

 

Even an understanding heart gets tired

My mind is constantly lit up and wired

If I say I’m happy then I guess I’m a liar

 

 

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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