I Don’t Know

Pieces of I Don’t Know  of  The Black Ghosts  [ is it one of my obsessions already?  ]

that match what goes inside my head now:

Your pretty eyes they follow me
Across the room to infinity
I turn around but you’re not there
Whats the name of the game that you play everyday with me, with me

I don’t know what this is
But you better make it something
Do what you want to do then take it with you

Tell me why do I try to believe in a lie with you


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