Ghosts of Me
Ghosts of Me I see the boy I used to beQuiet eyes, lost in a memoryHiding words I never daredCarrying stories no
Ghosts of Me I see the boy I used to beQuiet eyes, lost in a memoryHiding words I never daredCarrying stories no
Ten Years of Lies You held my hand like it actually matteredBut that smile was poison — sweet until it cutI went
Quiet Doesn’t Save Me I keep my voice down, don’t raise my handTry to listen, try to understandStep aside, let others take
We Who Walked Home I was the kid nobody noticedquiet steps, name you just skim overstuck to the edges of every damn
The Missing Strings My uncle sat there picking the same worn chordsDust and warm cables, that smell still hangs in the airOne