Sometimes feeling like a ghost
As you are not what matters most
Just a character supporting in a play
The back round character
that you will not see the next day
Because they are lost and broken
Just drifting along
But not without a song

The song that follows long
The melodramatic
Fools shaking
Love breaking
Hope shattering
Melting song

And these are the lyrics
Because life is worthless
The thoughts of tomorrow
have been found yesterday
Just stop trying
Just stop rhyming
Stop going on and on and on

These lyrics are a part of a song
Strung with minor key
Or even in major
But we are not major
So why shouldn't the song
That is played along
Take the attention away from us too

Wandering and traveling
Marking the wall
But not with your name but others
As you won't take the fall
Because you are not good enough
For recognition
For the thanks of the people
The praise of crowds

But even as they stand up on that stage
Out there showing and speaking
The exact same words you wrote
There is no speaking out
Because who would listen to you the ghost

Nobody knows you
Nobody cares
You could just be lying through their ears

Bravehearted
Valiant
Fearless
Unafraid
Those people all seem to hate
Those that live their lives on screen
But who are we to them but just a ghost

Another face in the unending crowd
the storms of people
reaching to get a photo
To ruin them and take them down to us
Because even as a ghost
we can't stand to be alone
A ghost without a host
Just a shadow in the room
Nothing truly there
Soaring away miles and miles each day

The farther you travel
The farther you get
But at all of a moment
Your back to yourself
Trapped in the body
You tried to leave behind
Filled with demons to the brim
So you just ghost out again

Afraid of the crowds
But afraid to be alone
You make yourself your own little home
Trapped away in your mind
For a few thousand years
And then you realise
You aren't that great

Then the nightmares sink in
The dreams are all forgotten
Replaced with the monsters
And fears we create for ourselves
And as we awake
we see we are just what
we hate

And in no time at all
You try to change it all
But it's too late and relentless
The hopes all repentless
No chance to turn it back
No friends to be made of your own
A ghost in life
Always to be a ghost in death
A hopeless wreck

But then we must think
and we must realise
that we still will be ghosts
just to go on with the crowd
And maybe to notice
in the writing of yourself
that you may be the ghost
with all 26 you's
15 yours and theirs
We all may all just be ghost
even the ones that perform more than most
because the fear of being
without a host seems more realistic than most