Incense burning smells like you
Smoke draws lines all around the room
When you look do you see a disguise?
It's not me, it's a Ghost Design
I'm awake late at night
Missing things I used to like
When you look do you run and hide? It's not me, it's a Ghost Design
Blood and ashes on the floor all these pages are tattered and torn when you look I'm in your eye
It's not me, it's a Ghost Design
Don't fall back there
I don't want you to be scared
Don't fall back there
I'll get out of your hair