You been on my mind heavy, but I gotta let you go. You're a ghost now. Stop appearing in my dreams, doing Shows. I'm not very entertained. I am Actually afraid. And if I knew where It was at, I think I'd come right to Your grave, And ask you to knock it off, Since you never said goodbye. You don't got the right to pop up in My head by surprise. And You don't pay enough rent in the Depths of my mind To think that that's where your final Legacy should reside. I have now fallen in love with a woman Who breathes air. She's got blood in her veins and Doesn't cause me despair. She's more than just a picture of the Capture of a stare. But why tell you this? You'd just say You do not care. But this is vital information, that you Really need to hear. I don't wanna close my eyes, fall Asleep, and you appear. I loved you in the past and I'll always Love you, dear. But the wrath of your absence can't be Something that I fear. Of course, I'd like to close this off with Something great. But I'll have to end it abruptly. Something much like your fate. And I hope that in death, you resist To give hate. And I hope that you can leave me Alone with a clean slate.