I refuse to live my life with every day the same
Submitting to haphazards and suffering through mundanes
Writing in full notebooks, I'm writing verses with no hooks
I'm hiding behind whole books, I smile but get null looks
Yeah, have I become a lone ghost
Like servers at a waiter disconnecting from a lone host
Get so close but almost
Give my best just to go home
Have I become the ghost that lurks in the corners
You want me gone, gone
Have I become the hopes of living from disorders
You want me gone, gone