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I raise a toast to the ghost that will not die
do you ever cry for the days gone by

standing here alone looking back on it all
what has been done to me in this life
I can't forgive
I can't erase an never can I forget
misery I know only as a old friend 
constantly traveling by my side

My nights are spent trying to outrun a life of despair 
the whiskey only numbs the soul 
it won't wash away the pain
I ache to be free 
to love once more

I was never the right one to dare to dream

of finding the solace due
wishing upon a shooting star is a dream dying hard

A broken man learns to understand in time
that he'll never find paradise on a road leading nowhere
a man that wants no more than to be loved.
a seemly simple request
but not when it's discovered all that he ever wanted 
was there all the time
back in a world left behind

So I raise a toast to the ghost that will not die
do you ever cry for the days gone by ?
~ D Donner ~