Like my guardian angel, this ghost still stalks me,
Like a long lost spirit, it still sails this sea,
And maybe it just wants some closure,
But maybe it’s just digging me far lower
Than before.
It shows up in every **** way,
As peace goes, there’s been one day,
When it all went away.
It was a Friday in July and I said goodbye,
But before that I kissed your sweet lips,
And for one day my ghosts were gone,
But only when we
Were alone.
When we
Were alone.
You are my only shield now,
I hope you know you make me proud,
Cause everyday I see your face,
It sure increases my pace,
In every imaginable way.
But my ghosts they followed me,
They forced their hollowed inner-beings,
And chased me back into the ground,
Where I was forced to sound,
For help.
Cause every now and then I see them,
In their dark wicked ways,
On the most,
Peculiar of days.
But I still dream of the day they saw,
That I’m far greater and even farther gone,
They went away for one day,
When we,
Were alone,
When we,
Were alone.