I was always haunted
But by whom I never knew
It filled me to the brim
From its darkest depths I drew
A painting of a time
So very long ago
A tender little child
Of 14 years or so
Who tried their very best
But never was enough
Who wanted just to rest
You always seem to have it rough
Ignored when you asked them
For just a little help
Beaten and abused
Can't run away yourself
You come to me in my dreams
And when I close my eyes
And when I feel you stirring
I can't help but stop and cry
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Why me?
You're my ghost