He just couldn’t give a fuck, not even a thought
Maybe he never did. I play the part of the fool so well.
Maybe he did and now it’s gone,
and, in essence, the crush comes to its end…
When the feeling is gone for some
And the ghost of the feeling remains for others.
Life is rich in colors of laughter and nights that stretch into the early mornings.
Glasses of wine and cheap beer roll off these beautiful people,
but there comes a moment that you think of that ghost.
Haunted by a voice that is no longer talking to you
and suddenly in world of beautiful people and so much laughter
You are left alone. To linger on a memory.