Ghostwhirl

[Verse 1: Toth]

Well here we are again just you and me

I don't need a friend, maybe two or three

That's me myself, and I

Happiness will be awhile

Until I remember how to freestyle right

Man, I see bland faces, floating next to me

Is this my destiny?

Hope not, or I might throw up, to lose the recipe

Man, I sure can stay inside my head

And play dead, like night of the living white dreads

Who want to be angry, but them seem frightened

Sort of reminiscent of clash of the teen titans

I used to have a girlfriend, but it was time to go

When she was trying to show

How much hate she could still taste from things that happened awhile ago

It was wearing thin, but I can be a trifle slow

Especially on a tourniquet that should've stymied her flow

I never earned her full bliss, it went wrong

But my permagrin is quite strong, like 500,000 miles long

Cry on, cause I'm like the swan, and if this mic is on

I guess I might stay on long enough to write this song