
Ghosts of Me
I see the boy I used to be
Quiet eyes, lost in a memory
Hiding words I never dared
Carrying stories no one shared
I walked the streets, chasing the night
Friendships forged, some wrong, some right
Every laugh, every tear I stored
Every ghost that I ignored
Ghosts of me, in every shadow I see
Whispers of who I was, who I’ll never be
All the silent fights, the nights I stayed awake
All the love I gave, the pieces I couldn’t take
I hear the echoes in empty halls
The friends, the pain, the unanswered calls
I carry them, though I’ve moved ahead
Every ghost alive, though some are dead
Every step, every turn
Every lesson I had to learn
They linger still, they never leave
The ghosts of me I can’t reprieve
Ghosts of me, in every mirror I face
Traces of a life I can’t replace
I’ve walked the roads, I’ve felt the flame
Still I carry the ghosts of me by name









