Ghost Inside A Frame
Echoes of Forgotten Tales: Ghosts in a Frame
Lyrics
I went to grab that picture
I retrieved a photograph
Two faces in a frame
The photo contains two faces captured in a frame
And as I turned it over saw that I look just the same
Upon examining the back, I realize I resemble the person in the photo
You're telling all my jokes just to hear somebody laugh
You repeat my jokes to hear laughter, possibly to fill the loneliness of silence
Guess the silence is too lonesome and I'm not coming back
The absence is profound, and I have no intention of returning
No stories to be written no memories to make
No new experiences or memories are being created
Now I'm just a picture of a ghost inside a frame
I am now merely a depiction of a spirit confined within a picture frame
One day we'll all be thrift store ghosts
A reflection on the eventual fate of all, becoming forgotten relics in thrift stores
Photos just tossed into a bin
Photographs discarded without value
The spinning wheel of time so cruel to pay no mind
Time, portrayed as a spinning wheel, is indifferent and neglectful
Stories simply scattered to the wind
Stories are dispersed and forgotten
No stories to be written no memories to make
Continuation of the theme: no new stories or memories
Now I'm just a picture of a ghost without a name
I am now an unnamed ghostly figure in a picture
No songs left to sing or adventures left to take
No remaining songs or adventures to pursue
Nothing but a picture of a ghost inside a frame
Only a static image of a ghost within a frame
I guess it was my timeline a train without its tracks
Possibly reflecting on the journey of life, likening it to a train without tracks
Nowhere left to go nowhere to turn back
No options or direction left, no chance to revisit the past
No stories to be written no memories to make
Reiteration: no new stories or memories to create
Now I'm just a thrift store ghost who doesn't have a name
I am now an anonymous spirit in a thrift store, forgotten and nameless
No songs for us to sing or stages left to play
No more songs to share or stages to perform on
Now I'm just a picture of a ghost inside a frame
I am reduced to a mere image of a ghost confined within a frame
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