I don't want to go
I don't want to go
im a shell of my former self
my former is a shell of itself
I am inside
I am indecided
you forget your ghosts
I am constantly haunted
I am haunted by the ghosts of my past
the haunts of my days
the lives
why do the days fly
why do they fly
I want it to stay
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