I was dead before I knew I was alive.
I slept and dreamt of things in disguise.
I wallow, I cry, I curl up in a ball just to hide.
There are things I wish I didn't know,
there are things I wanted to know before I became
this figure they call a ghost.
I bicker, I scream, I walk a thousand streams
just to hopefully come back to my life,
to only hope this is nothing but a dream.
I'm invisible, I have no voice but it's not my choice
I live in an after life that fills me with freight
every where I look from left to right.
There is no escape from this fate.
I have to face the facts,
no matter how much courage I lack
This is my sentence, for I am the host,
I am this figure they call a ghost.