I could’ve done things in many different ways I had many choices, I picked my own path this is my way, yet
I feel so different it’s not like I don’t belong but more as if I wasn’t even ever here
I know you see ghosts, too
I see them all the time all at the same time I see things that once were, and now aren’t stuff that could’ve been there or that will never be
rolling in front of my eyes as I walk away
thanks for everything but I won’t ever look back and you won’t hear me leaving
because I was never there