I miss you
And I know you miss me
But if I was with you
We'd both be itching to leave
And that's a sick truth
Sick is something truth shouldn't be
But is and I forgive you
But you won't forgive me
Thats the problem that's the issue
The reason why I'm still not free
We're ghosts... haunted by each other's memories and pain
We're ghosts...
Hostages held for eternity by rage
We're ghosts...
Haunted and holding on in vain
We're ghosts...
Hostages held within a heart that became a cage
You miss me
And you know I miss you
But if you stay with me
We'll be the end of love and truth.

~written by Brosha the Skrybe of Christ
(A.F. Kindred)
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