There's a ghost following me,
Day after day...

I am a writer,
Who has dedicated herself to you...

Over these past few weeks,
I haven't been quite sure...

The hammock,
Swinging gently in the winter breeze...

Our lives in a different decade,
You are so close, so far away...

I went outside today,
Through that friendly, creakind backdoor...

I can\'t believe this!
Before school even starts...

It's been a while now,
And I'm trying to lock up my feelings...

I sit in my room,
The stereo lifeless...

I know I'm not perfect,
I'm aware I'm not the best...

I can no longer see
Through these brown eyes that are blinding me...

Words, like water.
Trickle down my fingernails...