You can't see him because you don't try.
He walks beside you, but you don't look to your right.
Everyone walks past him without sparing him a glance.
Maybe that's why he'd had enough.
Maybe that's why he's finally really a ghost.
You can't see him because you don't try.
He walks beside you, but you don't look to your right.
Everyone walks past him without sparing him a glance.
Maybe that's why he'd had enough.
Maybe that's why he's finally really a ghost.