Look into their eyes, what do you see?
When I look at them, I see me
Maybe that is because they are my art and mine shall they stay
For each of my girls are my memories being washed away

Expressed in worlds not seen by people in their minds
Maybe because when I think, my creativity unwinds
It is my escape from this dull reality of nothing but white wall
For my worlds on cardboard, paper, and canvas gets rid of it all

I see a life of adventure and happiness
Feelings in my life which I forcefully suppress
Each girl is happy with her marks so unique
Each girl is more like a tiger but in reality people are like sheep

I want to be my ghost girls for they let their colors shine
Each one of their happy faces are quite real and divine
That’s the secret behind the happiness I seek, they are what I wish to be
For like I said, each of my ghost girls hold a little happy piece of me

Until I can be a ghost girl myself, I will draw more genuine beautiful girls of my dreams
For that is my only happiness it seems
I don’t find happiness in doing things, you’ve got it all wrong
I find happiness in being a tiger, an individual girl with a heart that is strong

My hair as my pelt, piercings as stripes
Until that day comes, there is more to draw and more to type
So awaiting in the dull room of white
I suppose it is the ghost girls stories I should write