Hugo Race "Ghostwriter"

thought I was in love
when I first met you
now I'm shattered
by the things we do
and its tough, humbling
facing the truth
time being torn
away from me and you
ghostwriter

ignorant and wounded
we stagger through life
keep falling down
keep getting up
deluded and feeble
self-righteous too
forever in denial
of the things we do
while time's being ripped
away from us
and it hurts letting go
what we're dreaming of
tumbling, hungry
hooked on the love
in a diary full of strangers
you've never heard of
ghostwriter

we're scared of dying and living too
get so dark
get so confused
and its rough
disremembering our lives
and to watch tomorrow
being ripped away from us
hungry, wired
hooked on the love
that you cant find in the diary
of the stranger you've become
ghostwriter
ghostwriter