Ghost

Hey I know that person on that milk carton that's me I'm a missing person can't quite remember what happened I just remembered I was gone.

Looking around for myself in a panic with it around for myself for so long.

Everywhere I Go I sometimes I see myself and I realize it's just a ghost

I hope someday come home home is where it matters most.

A lot of times a lot of myself telling myself it's okay

I'm just hoping that I'll come around and I'll show up one day

As the Air breathes in and out of my chest

I'm about 1% of who I was at best

So everyday I'm like in a circus hoping somewhere in this life I have a purpose.