The ghost...of you

You´re like a ghost.....

hauting everything

I don´t want be haunted... 

By you...

Like the others...

Promised I didn´t call

Said I wouldn´t think about 

But I did it

Don´t wanna be hauted

by you

Don´t wanna more ghosts

don´t wanna die everyday...

 no more 

don´t wanna wake up each day thinking about you

Thinking what I should have done

What you could have done, 

If you wanted to

Asking myself there was so little love in your heart?? 

And the answer is always...yes.