WHITE DAY! from POST-EGO by Charter Ghost

Every day, I've been thinking the same things
wondering when the time will come
and I cannot reason with upwards contrition
my antics, my strifes and my crumbled decisions, but

I wish I could fuck the stars
and cure the itch
maybe even the sickness
what ever your business with me is,
I do not care
No one's gonna stop me from enjoying this

White Day
and you get nothing

Please tell me I can work it out
Please tell me, I can wait
I can barely count with fingers
all the reasons I can't stay
Please tell me I can work it out
please tell me I can wait
please tell me all the reasons
Im too late.

Repetitive behavior
Mea culpa, the savior
the cliche is major
and I wanna tell you everything is alright
but it is too much to sigh
so I'll have to say goodbye.

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