I look at you now,
And I hold my breath,
I've given you all,
You've given me less.
I gave you my heart,
And all my respect,
You throw me away,
What did I expect?
Just a ghost of you,
Left to hold,
What can I do,
As my arms grow cold.
If time is out,
Than what can I do?
Now I only cry and pout,
Before the ghost of you.
I've been trying way too long,
To try and find my place,
When you ignore me when I try to snuggle,
Leaves such a bitter taste.
I remember when you'd happily share the affection,
The way you made me feel so lucky,
That's all gone now,
And every night my eyes go yucky.
Just a ghost of you,
Left to hold,
What can I do,
As my arms grow cold.
If time is out,
Than what can I do?
Now I only cry and pout,
Before the ghost of you.
The tears need to be washed,
But you never want to be the same,
My dreams haunt my thought,
Waiting for you to call my name.
The ghost of you,
Will be the death of me,
The ghost of you,
Is making the ghost of me.
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