Nosebleed

Sometree

Compositor: Sometree

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