How do you see me

(Bryce Savage-style)

I walk through crowds like I'm half awake

Some faces fade, some memories fake

They talk like echoes in my head

Some of 'em alive, but most are dead

Cold hands reaching through the static

Their eyes are soft, their pain is tragic

But the living scream in colors loud

With twisted halos in the crowd

I can't tell the difference now

Who's still here and who's bowed out

They wear their wings or wear their sins

But all I see is paper skin

I see ghosts like people walking

Like they never left, like they’re still talking

But the living got horns or halos

Blood on their teeth or light that glows

I’m the one stuck in between

Where silence talks and shadows scream

Maybe I'm the cursed one here

Or maybe I just see too clear

My old friend died but still calls me

Says the afterlife feels oddly free

He laughs like glass breaking in rain

But he don’t cry, he don’t feel pain

The ones who breathe are more possessed

Smiling while they hide their mess

I’d rather chill with bones and souls

Than fake smiles and hearts with holes

They say I'm twisted, not the same

But I just learned to name the pain

Demons kiss and angels lie

Only the dead don't justify

I see ghosts like people walking

Like they never left, like they’re still talking

But the living got horns or halos

Blood on their teeth or light that glows

I’m the one stuck in between

Where silence talks and shadows scream

Maybe I'm the cursed one here

Or maybe I just see too clear

Call it madness, call it truth

But I’ve seen it all since my youth

The veil is thin, the masks are thick

And life and death both play their tricks

He said, "Don’t fear the dead, fear the ones who lie with breath."

She said, "I was an angel once, till they ripped my wings to shreds."

I see ghosts like people walking

Like they never left, like they’re still talking

But the living got horns or halos

Blood on their teeth or light that glows

I’m the one stuck in between

Where silence talks and shadows scream

Maybe I'm the cursed one here

Or maybe I just see too clear

Yeah…

I see ghosts like people

And people like ghosts

And maybe that’s the truth I fear the most

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