You gave me anxiety then you blame me
Never acknowledging the stress that you gave me
I didn't kill you, you lived and died
With every asinine thing you leeched to keep you alive
This is what it's like to be haunted
A soul refusing time but giving itself time to flaunt it
Now all I hear are the voices
Bitchin' at their lives that's been full of dumb choices
But I guess that's not your fault, is it?
The world is supposed make itself a pleasant visit
You'll never find life when you're limbo
I bet you'd blame the glass if you weren't smart enough to break the window
It's annoying to always feel what I don't see
Father, please rid all these ghosts that are surrounding me
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E.J. Tangonan
It's not hard doing self-deprecating humor. I just suck at it.
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