- Ghosts don't exist and never win
So how come I'm caving in...?
Imagination continues its rivalry
With that longtime foe: reality
Reality's not great but at least it's real
So why am I left here to deal
the cards in this game of rejection
I think it's time for intervention.
I am real, I am physical
And yet you go for one less visible
I live and walk, I'm not a ghost
I'm not some body without a host
I feel, I cry
Every word of yours: a lie
You never felt at all
Abstract vent. I'm alright; just sick of emotions. Why can't I get something right for once?
