“I don’t cry. I don’t try, anymore.”

 I think Ingrid was spying on me when she wrote this.  I really do have a new outlook, now, but that doesn’t void out the residual pain.

Do you remember when the walls fell?
Do you remember the sound that the door made when you closed it on me?
Do you know that I went down to the ground
Landed on both my broken-hearted knees?

I didn’t even cry

Because pieces of me had already died

I’m a ghost
Haunting these halls
Climbing up walls that I never knew were there
And I’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle of my heart, heart, heart

You know you make me a ghost
You make me a ghost

I’m an invisible disaster
I keep trying to walk but my feet don’t find the solid ground
It’s like living in a bad dream
I keep trying to scream but my tongue has finally lost its sound

I’ve got to say goodbye
To the pieces of me that have already died

I’m a ghost
Haunting these halls
Climbing these walls that I never knew were there
And I’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle of my heart, heart, heart

You know you make me a ghost
Oh you make me a ghost
You make me a ghost (you take the breath all away from me, you take it away)
You make me a ghost

I don’t cry
I don’t try anymore

I’m a ghost
I’m a ghost
And I’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle

I’m a ghost
Haunting these halls
Climbing up walls that I never knew were there
And i’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle of my heart, heart, heart

You know you make me a ghost
You know you make me a ghost