I catch a glimpse, in my eye, of some one who is not there.
I see them unexpectedly, and the ghost- never seems to care,
That it frightens me, startles me, makes hesitate in my step,
Makes me wonder about what could have been, what might have been,
About how this came to be.
If only my ghost would leave me alone, and let me find peace in my heart.
My ghost is hiding every where, waiting to spring out,
To make me tremble in my boots.
I walk eyes down cast, not looking round, Hoping I wont see,
That my ghost it is still stalking me, waiting on my unwary eye,
To remind me of just who I am, Oh why, Oh why....
On a very few occasions, I really have to say,
I've been surprised that the ghost Ive seen wasn't the same as the other day,
Some times its kind, and warms my soul, but I know this ones not real,
For I see the real ghost of life to often to deny,
That I know the difference between truth and lies, and I'm reminded every day.
This ghost, this presents, that will never leave me alone,
I know its more than just a myth, for others have seen it too.
The ghost that haunts my waking day, this ghost that follows me round,
That I see so unexpectedly even in dashing crowds,
From the windows of the passing shops, the glass you see in cars,
My ghost is a man, a shadow of the self, that tries to break my heart,
And my ghost is my reflection, so we can never be apart.
I do my best, I try and try, not to look like that,
But in order to achieve this, this is the cruelest part,
I have to use a mirror, the reflection I see in part, tears my skin and rends me down
Until I know I can never win.
Worst of all is when I'm clean, scrubbed from head to foot.
I should feel pure, I should feel cleansed,
But every time I see, my reflection in the mirror and its staring back at me.
This makes me cry and grinds me to dust, and one day I will blow away.
Oh why oh why oh why... me, my ghost, do you haunt me?
