For the first time you failed

And I asked myself

Is there meaning at all

I know that bodies rot

But where are your self

Where are all your thoughts

I wanted to believe

That ghosts are real

That ghosts are real

There are still many things

That I want to know

Stories left untold

Does it feel good to love

To hand out your all

To hand out your all

Does it feel good to hate

To shelter oneself

To shelter oneself

Does it feel good to live

To treasure the now

To treasure the now

Does it feel good to die

To live your next life

To live your next life

Tatata tatata ta tatata ta tata

Tatata tatata

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