as each day passes i can feel your ghost the ghost that represents the love we knew
the love that i once held onto most the most of which i miss out of you
burned bridges cannot compensate for pain the pain that i remember when i see
how it was, it hits again and again how i wish for the pain to leave me be
day by day i sit here and drown my eyes spending hours searching the lost and found
for my poor soul, oh do i realize my poor poor soul is no longer around.
pink clouds, pink skies, they all call to my heart beg for us to no longer be apart.