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Maybe a couple words or lines here and there that are subject to change, but I'm fairly happy with this one

St. Anthony's got a hold of me
I still can't find my way
I've walked through walls and roamed the halls
Fighting off these phantom pains
Lock me up in some padded cell
Throw away the key
I won't wake up once the morning comes
I still don't want to leave this place

From one ghost to another
I hope you find peace soon
Haunt me like no other
Scream a different tune...

I know I don't have much to say
Besides footsteps on the stairs
Or whispers of your name at night
You turn and no one's there
They say your mind's been playing tricks on you
No one understands
You were here, now we're both gone
Hearts buried in the sands of time

From one ghost to another
I hope you find peace soon
Haunt me like no other
Scream a different tune...
#2
Quote by Mainer
Maybe a couple words or lines here and there that are subject to change, but I'm fairly happy with this one

St. Anthony's got a hold of me
I still can't find my way
I've walked through walls and roamed the halls
Fighting off these phantom pains
Lock me up in some padded cell
Throw away the key
I won't wake up once the morning comes
I still don't want to leave this place

From one ghost to another
I hope you find peace soon
Haunt me like no other
Scream a different tune...

I know I don't have much to say
Besides footsteps on the stairs < This is a great image because it really brings to mind some kind of inability, as a ghost(or an analogy for a ghost), to fully communicate. If all you can say is footsteps on the stairs, that's really limiting and frustrating.
Or whispers of your name at night
You turn and no one's there
They say your mind's been playing tricks on you < Again it's that desparation of trying to communicate with somebody; the only way you can do it is by "haunting" them, because nothing can be direct as a ghost. Very interesting.
No one understands
You were here, now we're both gone
Hearts buried in the sands of time

From one ghost to another
I hope you find peace soon
Haunt me like no other < It's a real twist on the usual ghost story trope because you're begging somebody over and over, in this chorus, to haunt you. It's masochistic and desperate and it makes the first stanza pop, because the narrator describes themselves as being haunted already, in a way. They wish someone else peace but don't seem to be able to find their own. Very interesting.
Scream a different tune...



Good job!
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black