He Is No Longer The Shadow
That Sits Upon My Wall
Watching Me As I Sleep
During The Night Fall.

He Is No Longer The Ghost
That Roams Around My Home
Feeling The Air On My Skin
As I Sit And Feel Alone.

He Is No Longer The Picture
That I Have Yet To Take
Sitting As I Wonder About
Wat Is Real And Wat Is Fake.

He Is No Longer The Face
That I Cant Picture In My Head
Urging Myself To Let It Get
As U Lay Upon My Bed.

He Is Now The Person
That I Wake Up Early For
Just To Talk To And Feel Good About
I Couldnt Ask For More.
 
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