Ghost from Self-Titled by The Lives To Come

Due to the past few years events, most of my time is spent pondering unanswered questions.
We are supposed to be blood, so tell me how can you turn your back on someone that you once claimed to love?

People come and go all of the time, but that is no excuse to cut me from the picture.
What I consider a family, a close knit group that's built to see towards a common goal and overcome their obstacles.

It's clear to see we see things differently, and based off how you look at me like some kind of ghost
How could things have changed so drastically, did it never matter how we used to be?

I can't describe how much it hurts, to know my pain goes on unheard and unnoticed by the only ones that were supposed to care
You're supposed to be compassionate, but I guess I had the very last of that when I watched my Father pass right before my eyes.

We are supposed to be such close family
How could you ever feel the need to cut me out?
He might have been your brother, but he was my father
My father and my friend

(My Hope is Gone)

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