

Ghost of meI cant sleep My chests heaving How can I speak? Im scared of breathing I reach you with my fingertips Brush against the skin You dont turn to reach for me Or even say a thing I would break myself, my love Just to be with you But I can feel youre slipping And theres nothing I can doGhost of me
You shatter me like glass Bleeding feeling from the tear Now I lie here in pieces Broken up when youre not there I would bleed till grey, my love If I could hold you tight When youre not here to comfort m
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Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
From Tokyo to USA - they wouldnt see me there
I was born bright green but my mother didnt care
Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
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