They say I need to move on Say I can't see the ghost of you Yet I don't even have that Memories that don't exist suddenly Photographs burned out of spite
I look in the rear view and Don't even have the ghost of you?
To feign ignorance That the world Just operates how It does When the signs Are clearly there For some Its coincidence For others Its fate For me Its numbers Such as 818
818 is one of my favorite numbers with my one of my favorite meanings.
You are my Everything And that may Seem bold But what's really bold Is how you stormed Into my life Even though You were always there Eagerly waiting And now I can't and don't Want to leave your Embrace
Contemplate suicide Yet worry about death The man I was Died a long time ago The man I am Will die soon And the man I'll become Will die eventually This may sound depressing But when you realize I'm becoming somebody I never thought I would be Just for her And to eventually lay to rest With her You realize it's the most beautiful Love story ever told.
For those who have stuck around I should be grateful Yet often I've been wounded By those who are close and dear Their intentions virtuous And their results malicious All comes back to If familiarity mattered Water wouldn't boil a fish
... gashed deeply in the quietest of ways when i should have been shrieking in torment but with the swells of both oceans and wounds comes mitigation ... and repose