Misguided Ghosts Paramore Lyrics Novels & Stories

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile When sparks fly oh baby smile When sparks fly🎶

Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again? I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost I was singing a random song that came into my mind to keep myself company. The sound of my own singing, if I don't even have this, I think I'm going to break. The night blanketed the royal garden in darkness. Fortunately there was a full moon tonight, so the lake was bright.

I drag in a breath that tastes like sweat and pyrotechnics and make my voice go low, raw, the way they like it. “This one’s for anyone who ever loved a ghost,” I tell them. “You know who you are.” The first verse slides out of me on muscle memory. Cameras flash. Hands reach. The crowd sings half the lyrics for me, a wall of sound begging to be broken and remade. I hit the chorus, pour too much of myself into it like I always do. When the bridge comes—my favorite - the quiet drop before the last explosion—my throat tightens on the line that doesn’t make sense to anyone but me.

They both looked at Adam, questioningly. Adam nodded his head. “Go and tell me what you see, will you?” He looked at his daughter. “Be careful, Melody. Don’t go too near that window. You just don’t know what might happen. From the sound of things, a battle between spirits is about to ensue.” Hearing her father acknowledge the existence of spirits was an odd thing, but she made no mention of it. Ian’s voice was weak, but his words managed to reach her ears. “Melody. My sweet Melody. I’m so sorry, my love.”

I nearly collapsed at the sound of his thick baritone voice. My heart was about to explode in my chest. “Don't be afraid, child.” I scoffed, raising my brows. “Don't tell me not to be afraid, you are dead!” I screamed, taking another step back. “How will I not be afraid when I'm seeing ghosts? I mean, who sees ghosts?!” I screamed at them, placing my hands in the air to act as a barrier between us. Fuck! I see dead people! But how come? Was that a fucking gift too?

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Chapter 17 Who are you to make me feel so good? Who are we to tell ourselves that we’re misunderstood? Were always falling on each other like were both lost in in the dark. I don’t think you know me much at all, all, ALL! -Ellie Goulding (This Love)

The highs of hope and the crushing lows of disappointment were a cycle I knew all too well. As I walked along the beach, the sun dipped lower, casting the water in hues of gold and crimson. The gentle lapping of the waves was the only sound—a cruel mockery of my turbulent thoughts. “I was wrong,” I muttered to myself, the words bitter on my tongue. “Again.” I stopped walking, staring out at the endless expanse of ocean. How many times would I let myself believe in the impossible? How many more pieces of my soul could I give to a ghost?

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.