Ghost

Ghost

The grass has lost it's green,
It seems as though I'm going nowhere,
Or at least a little slower,
The ceiling's getting lower,
I just don't know where I'll head,

Recall our bikes the park at night,
We'd lay there till the day,
But the sun burns my eyes,
As all the grass dies,
And I want to go back to the night,

Fight me now, take me down,
How'd they dissapear,
Where'd they go I've no idea,

It seems as though this town is empty,
They sent me a letter goodbye,
But I was not included,

The mold builds up,
In my old empty cup,
Depression and tension at mind,
A question of mine is why can't I die,
And what happened to the better time?

You must be glad at what you have,
So proud to be the owner,
Of friends who are growing closer,
As they're getting older,

But this place is getting colder,
And this race has long been over,
But I never found the finish line,
At least this town is mine,

The sidewalk's mine,
The buildings, the cars, the hospital,
If one had stayed behind,
I may have been hospitable,

But since they left,
I've been haunting this town,
Lurking around,
The streets and the ground,
Trying to find someone to fright,
I'm gratified as they're terrified.