Not My Ghost

This callused heart cant speak

Of the internal scar that you caused me

And if there's one thing this life taught me

It's that men don't cry and mothers weep

And I'll dig my own grave in the dark

While I write a few stories and I'll sing a few bars

Those tears are poison rollin' down your cheek

When you fall to your knees cause' you're way too weak

When I'm thrown in the water would you rescue me

Or would you take out the dagger right from your sheath

Would you take out the dagger right from your sheath