There is something that haunts your heart.
It's a ghost.
A strange ghost of someone who's not even dead.
But you're in mourning for her.
An idealized double of her, a ghost of someone who never existed.
You love the ghost, and you think you loved her.
The ghost loves you too.
The ghost sings a nice story.
The ghost dances in front of your closed eyes.
The ghost suffocates you slightly.
The ghost invades your mind.
The ghost ties you firmly.
This ghost won't let you go, just because you love him.
She's gone, and you think you loved her.
And the only one you love is the ghost.
The ghost remained.
This fake double of her you've let poison your breath.
Because the ghost is the only one you can keep with you.
This dear ghost of yours is making you crazy.
You've never knew her.
The only one you know is the ghost.
Just because it's yours.
And this dear ghost of yours is killing you.
I hope you'll met someone who'll make this ghost disappear.
Even if I know you love this ghost's torture.