And I buried you a long time ago, the day we both walked away exactly. But yet some days I find your ghost still haunting me.  The man who I once loved,  the man who I once thought you were haunts me and makes me feel safe, yet it also makes me feel angry.  Angry our love didn't last forever like we promised,  angry I didn't have more time to be in your arms. You and our memories haunt me at night,  when I lay my tired head after a long day.  And even when I sleep to try and avoid you,  you haunt me in my dreams. I see your face again,  I see that smile I loved,  and I feel the love again. I wake up asking myself why you still haunt me,  why do I still dream you?  It makes the pain of your departure fresh again. I still mourn you and yet you're "happy" with someone new. But I see that man and I don't recognize him, I don't know who that man is.  All I see is a man who looks just like someone I once loved. I buried you a long time ago but you still haunt me. I wonder if the reason why you haunt me is because sometimes I haunt you too.