Ghost

Born of two Raised by four I guess I took it all for granted and only three remain Even though you're wounded I know that you're still here I don't blame you you just can't face the change We spend out golden years as living ghosts Caught in a constant state of purgatory We are only burdened by our memories until the day they cease to exist and we follow shortly after Although I wonder if at any time our minds fell upon the same plane I know they did I just wish I had a chance to go back and appreciate it But we'll always have the winter and the snow that got trapped behind the glass you may be only a shell of the man that you used to be but I love you just the same and I will until the day you're gone I just never know if I'm communicating with you or the disease And even though I curse the idea of an afterlife I still hope you're taken care of you deserve to be at peace Please don't forget my face I won't forget to remember you --- Ghost - Counterparts