Your dead already.
Your ghost sits beside me everyday on the train.
Your dead already.
You float 2 steps ahead of me when I walk. I know its you because I remember your red wavy hair sitting on your shoulders over your jacket.
Your dead already.
Your voice got trapped in my head when it was crossing over.
Your dead already.
You stare at me every time I close my eyes.
Your dead already.
Your spirit carries your scent to me every time I inhale.
It could only be your ghost. I don't know where u live, I don't know what your doing in this world, but in my world you've come to chain your face, your body, your voice, your smell, to my soul.
It's no torture unless I try to touch you and realize my hand goes through your cheek.
It's no torture until I turn to wake up and see her face instead of yours.
It's no torture until I remember when I made u cry.
It's no torture until I realize the love I have for you will be only mine have.
But your ghost sitting beside me on the train keeps me alive.
Your scent when I inhale helps me opiate in the realty I now have to exist in.
Knowing that I will see you staring at me when I close my eyes, calms me down around the demons waiting for me to break.
So this love I have for you will stay in me for u...my prison, yet my freedom but my secret, between your ghost and my soul.
