Hook Ghosts pay no autographs, stop posing with your pain, Heal it, feed it, let it rain. If you share the dark, then light the way, Don’t leave folks lost where you couldn’t stay. Verse 1 I could sell my sorrow like a concert tee, But grief wants balm, not a merch booth fee. Fans want truth, not trauma porn, Not a spectacle of what left you torn. Some make horror for a clout embrace, I write exits from that place. If I speak on wounds, it’s a map, not a show, A sign that says “here’s how you go.” Ghosts don’t tip for the stage you give, They haunt for free, so choose to live. Pre-Chorus If your hurt go viral but your soul stay stuck, That’s not art, that’s just bad luck. Hook Ghosts pay no autographs, stop posing with your pain, Heal it, feed it, let it rain. If you share the dark, then light the way, Don’t leave folks lost where you couldn’t stay. Verse 2 I cash in joy, not misery stock, Invest in hugs and late-night talks. When I rap the dark, I leave a lamp, A footpath out of the swamp and damp. Autographs fade on a rainy day, But healed-up hearts don’t wash away. If my story trends, let it trend on hope, Not on the way I almost couldn’t cope. Bridge So if you sing about your scars, Make sure you point to stars. Don’t glam the chains, glam the break, Show them how much strength it takes. Hook (Outro) Ghosts pay no autographs, stop posing with your pain, Heal it, feed it, let it rain. If you share the dark, then light the way, Don’t leave folks lost where you couldn’t stay.
