The Ghost of Me

by Kirra   Feb 14, 2010


I am a ghost
Some people are like me
They don't know what matters most
They just can't see

So here I am floating around
A poor little ghost
Drifting through town
And I still don't know what matters most

Floating high, floating low
Can anyone help me?
I don't know where to go
Please, someone help me

Poor, poor me
Little ghost
No one can see
She still don't know what matters most

Poor little thing
No one can see
Poor poor child
the ghost of me

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