How can I be

How can I be the one who carries
the age and the weight of the old
Enough dreams to press against my shoulders
When we all head towards the cold;

And how can I be still smiling when
a pretty ghost like you - hides away,
Beneath the clouds, beneath my breath;
How can you think I'm okay..;

Caught in my own twist of fate,
Before me I shall stand clear.
Unmanned, the weapons pointing at me,

Aim... Fire! screams the ghost in my mind
But instead, they hit the trophy collection
in my head.
You were the one that got away...