I can't believe in ghosts as an aspiritual satanist,
And even if they did exist the fact would remain meaningless,
But I know you're haunting me, don't need to see it to believe,
But when I talk to you, you've nothing more to say,
I rarely picked up the phone before, it used to be the other way,
Wish I could pick you up but even if I stole my mother's car,
Unliving now, you're living far too far,

For now you're in a place where noone goes,
Before the beginning and after the end,
My lovingly adversarial friend,
Oblivion so far and yet so close,
I can't believe you're nothing but a ghost,

I can't worry what you died thinking, you stop thinking when you die,
Wish I thought you were in a better place but we know that's just a lie,
I didn't really want you to leave, I didn't know when you would die,
In the day it's a relief but at night I cry and cry,

For now you're in a placce where noone goes,
Before the beginning and after the end,
My lovingly adversarial friend, I might've loved you most,
But you were nothing but a ghost,

Now you're in a state that noone knows,
Nothing holding you down but you're still not free,
I often missed you even when you were with me,
Now my last nerve's exposed, but to an incorporeal ghost.

Ghosted

Amateur singer/songwriter of usually morose yet sometimes uplifting songs difficult for me to define by genre. 

All music written (unless otherwise specified) performed recorded and produced by myself. Rhythm and synth programmed on FL Studio.

Love is the law. 

Ghosted

Mx Andry