I play with the little ghost boy from across the street. He sings in the morning, just before the sun comes up, he sings at night just before the sun goes down. He pushes me on the swings and down the slide.
I play with the little ghost boy from across the street. Mother says I'm imagining him, he comes to my room whenever I cry, he comforts me when I feel scared.
I play with the little ghost boy from across the street. He leaves during the summer, he says it's because I don't need him. He's wrong, I try convincing him to stay but he still goes. He comes back every winter.
I play with the little ghost boy from across the street. Mother took me to the doctor today, the little ghost boy came with me. He held my hand while we waited for the doctor to come back with my results.
I play with the little ghost boy from across the street. I haven't seen the little ghost boy in a long time. I still remember his face, everytime he would smile. I miss the little ghost boy.
