I feel that’s all I was to you, a ghost,

Someone to talk to, make love to and hold,

I’d stop by for company to show you things,

All you had to do was deal with my wailing,

Hide me from everyone you know out of fear,

I am the secret you keep from all those you love,

I can’t keep haunting you, from room to room,

Praying for you to bring me back to life,

When you won’t because you’re the one who put me in my grave.


I can do no right or wrong,

I am angry and hurt,

Yet you just stand there,

Twisting the knife,

Bringing truth to my fears,

My own nightmare,

But I am the monster,

The one you paint me as,

If I so much as defend myself.