We are just ghosts, slipping through life,
Haunted by the memories of those who've come and gone.
We shed our love, and are reborn through hate.
And cling to the mortal world, forever caged.
Once loved in a selfish need, now dried up is this heart.
In the corner of a room once filled with laughter.
From the dirty window you can still see,
the girl walking,
As the hot summer changes as seasons fade again.
The wind rips its cold fingers through her hair,
And the tumbling leaves whisper faded secrets that she knew.
They once mattered, and she used to care.
Now she'll never look back at the ghosts,
As she continues down the road.
The bare branches grip the frozen glass shards of frost,
And song and the smell of pine trees fill her lungs.
The cold hugs her arms through the fabric that was warmth,
And new love fills the holes the ghosts left behind.
Fear fades into comfort and she loves being alone,
Free from the love of the ghost who once gave her their hope.
Free of the souls who she let down.
We are forever ghosts, simply haunted by mistakes,
Building a home out of broken innocence,
Emptiness.
Love was her only cage.
