That's what I find myself loving
Apparitions of people
Faded from life
Floating from one thing to another
Ghosts
Something impermanent
Something hallow
Something that looks so real
But turns out has something else
Real
Apparently too much to ask
To much to want
Impossible to find
Ghosts are in between 2 planes of existences
Guess that explains who I fall for
Over and over again
But if you're a ghost
I guess that makes me insane
Because I go back to you or them
Over and over again
Hoping
Wishing
Praying
It'll be different
That it could be real
There's that word again
"Real"
But nothing ever is
You would think I'd have learn my lesson by now
But that would make me sane
And I'm far from that
