I've become one of them

A walk through the graveyard every night, every day

Spirits surrounding me, all i can see is gray.

The spirits, they watch as i walk past the graves.

In one of these empty spaces you'll find a grave with my name.

No one will visit, every thing will be the same.

Not that i care, who needs friends?

During my funeral, no one attends.

The spirits bury me, and i become one of them.

Will i finally find a true friend? It all just depends.

I could run with the demons, i could fly with the angels.

I could haunt those who never even bothered to give me a chance.

All of them looking at me, thinking i was going to hurt them?

All i ever wanted was that one true friend, some one to talk to, share secrets with and laugh.

But that never happened because now I'm just a spirit from the past.