I am living through my past and through your ghost. Maybe I'm slowly becoming a ghost myself.
Maybe life isn't always what it would seem to be. Maybe we need to see things from a child's perspective, or a friend's view. Maybe we need to really see something horrible for it to hit home.
I feel like I don't really deserve what I've got on my plate. I've worked for some but just greedily taken others.
I'm not ready to really live.
I've got growing up to do still. Maybe I'll take a vacation to Neverland with Peter Pan.
Maybe I'll waste my years in search of Halloween Town to have a meeting with Jack Skellington.
Question: Did you ever just want to rewind to more simple days and times? Did you ever feel like you really fucked up somewhere along the lines, that you deserve to be invisible?
My heart's breaking up more and more by every day.
My facade just isn't working any longer.
Every lie I used to live by is crumbling apart from the inside out.
The only place I'm not invisible is in your eyes.
You are my drive for normality, my perfection.
