Ghosts

The eternal sadness of faded eyesJust makes me die a thousand times.Your every single sound of criesWon't let me perish from heartache twice.

Who can predict my final crashDespite the weakness and through the truth?And after all this life's a moulageThat changes from epic win to lose.

When you don't have enough warmthYou should pray the day it rues.That only death, mine and yoursWill paint the Earth in happy hues.