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Now he cares about nothin, feeling sick everyday.
Thank God, eventually the pain went away.
Now he's grown mad, then he ever has been.
Up late at night at home, his only friend is his pen.
Writin angry to get out frustration out through poetry.
Treating girls the exact opposite of noblely.
The struggle continues on, documented in every song.
Made it this far, confident he'll live long.
That's the life in my memory, inbedded in my brain.
And it's true as he grew, things did change.
things always change...
ghost.
Thank God, eventually the pain went away.
Now he's grown mad, then he ever has been.
Up late at night at home, his only friend is his pen.
Writin angry to get out frustration out through poetry.
Treating girls the exact opposite of noblely.
The struggle continues on, documented in every song.
Made it this far, confident he'll live long.
That's the life in my memory, inbedded in my brain.
And it's true as he grew, things did change.
things always change...
ghost.