Ghosts of the past
Cling
Like the leech.
The sun outside
Forgot
To shine.
And I
Couldnt find my smile.
A rumbling truck
Interrupts
My train of thought.
Ghosts of the past
Cling
Like the leech.
The sun outside
Forgot
To shine.
And I
Couldnt find my smile.
A rumbling truck
Interrupts
My train of thought.