Won't you please come back from the dead?
I miss the imprint of your body in my bed.
I'm sorry what we had didn't work out.
You knew me well, knew what I was all about.
I talk to your ghost at night when I sleep.
When I awake, you're nowhere around and I creep
Back to my room.
Thinking about all the times that we shared.
The good and the bad, through it all I knew you cared.
Tired am I of seeing your face in the mirror.
My mind is racing and I can't get my thoughts clear.
I get calls from our old friends.
It brings back memories; why can't it end?
I promise myself I'll visit your grave tomorrow.
I just can't do it; causes too much sorrow.
The house is so dark and I see your face in the walls.
The house is so quiet and I hear your footsteps in the halls.
Still I go on and live through everyday.
I get by in my own special way.
I know I'll see you again sometime.
When that day comes, you'll be mine.
Again... |
Submission Name: Ghost of You
