My neighbor hates me
Cause i play guitar too loud
Said it sounds like bliss and misery
With what your screaming about
The way you let go
The way You give in
You sound like a ghost
That will never win
The notes are slow
The rythym is fast
I just want you to know
I have yet to hear you laugh
So fallow it home
You lonely ghost
Carve it in stones
So everyone knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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