The party is over but you’re still here,
I’m done with champagne, can’t be more sincere,
In a crowd of broken people, I can’t hear,
The words you laid me, what more should I fear?
My glass is half empty remembering your name,
empty night, reckless poet, called for broken fame,
lights behind me, I couldn’t be more ashamed,
another shot of vodka, free me from this pain!
Believe me, leave me, my nights so lonely,
scream of domination, can’t you please pity me?
Leave this trace, craved this unwanted melancholy,
this silence, pitch of scream, broken poetry.
Hear me scream, I never wanted to be your ghost,
you were gone when I needed you the most,
you want me dead when I just pretended lost,
Let go of me, my past - my monochromatic ghost.