Ghost Of You I'm merely a child, It's what they all say. But you had faith, Even on your dying day. So now that you've escaped This hellhole we call earth. We celebrate your death With yet another birth. So tell me, mother What would you say? If your grandchild figured out What went on on your death day? They all accuse me, Everyone at home. They think it's my fault So I'm all alone. The birth of a child Shouldn't be bittersweet. But I look at her face And it's your eyes I greet. So when you died And she was born, They said she was nothing And continued to mourn. Her days were laid out With looks of distaste. You wouldn't go away, So they never saw her face. She grew up In memory of you. And my little girl Was always blue. So now that she Has better things. She tells her feelings As she sings.

Secret sins I wish I could tell you my secrets, But honey, they're taken by the wind. And with those words, I'll tell you this, I hold my secret sin. With skin so soft And words so sweet I confess he was a charmer. But something was wrong It wasn't complete, And so, I put up my armor. His face was well encrypted, His baby blues shining I saw what I was missing And begging him to leave I freed myself from his grasp Never once remembering. The memory's come back, And dear friend, It's not for me. So take that needle, And end me now, With you I leave this memory. I've told my secret, Though not for long, Cause it'll come back to haunt me. Just remember, friend Keep your ears to the wind And the feeling will remind you of me.

The Secret Secrets swell, Breaking the frame. One is told. Many are blamed. Hold a secret, It gets inside. It's no longer helpful, So it must die. But how to forget, A secret so great? It's not possible. It holds too much weight. Pretend it isn't there. It'll come back, In the end, The secret makes everyone crack.

The Lies The lies hurt us Though you think they don't. You tell them daily And your truth becomes blurred. You tell them to mother, The one who trusts you most. She gave you #life and yet You deceive her, your host. You tell them to father Who is supposed to help. He's lost in your words With trust you'll never receive. You tell them to me And I don't understand. With all the lies, How can you call yourself a man?

Cliché Cliché loves are for movies, That's what they all say, But isn't it better Than other loves we see? Other lovely couples, They lie and they cheat. Their spouses are hurting And yet they repeat. So yes, I'd like a Cliché love, So someone will hold me, Love me, and cherish me. And I'll be happy and so will he.