Ghosts

Well, I wish I was born in the wild, cause here I can run for miles I don't know why

As I needed something, but these people give you nothing now I don't feel like talking

When the singer don't treat me right he shows up in my head at night when I'm alone

I'll tell you something girl I'm too scared of this world to be fucking around so stop your fucking around

I will wait for better days to come back around, to come back around

And I will pray to find a way to start again, start again

Here in the waiting room are people I know but now they look like ghosts

But I don't care this is in my skin and I will be like this forever, forever I will be like this

I do know of this man too much time on his hands to be fucking around, so stop your fucking around