Sometree Nosebleed
you followed my again
a shadow on my face
the shadow that remains
like all the passing days
and I couldn´t sing a line
without you in my words
within the passing time
you are still the one that hurts the most
I turn more into a ghost like you are
I turn more into a ghost like you are
I turn more into a ghost like you are
I turn more into a ghost like you are
I turned more into a ghost like you are