It's strange
I don't see me
It's strange
There's no reflection
Why am I here?
I'm a ghost
Take to the garden
There's no breeze in my hair
May as well not be here
No birds chirping to me
Not sun to even leer
It's strange
I don't see me
It's strange
There's no reflection
Why am I here?
I'm a ghost
I feel so desposed
There's only a crust of life
And it's going down
Down with the song of misery
With me
With me
It's strange
I don't see me
It's strange
There's no reflection
Why am I here?
I'm a ghost
It's strange
I don't see me
It's strange
There's no reflection
Why am I here?
I'm a ghost
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