I'm as lonely as a ghost
As I sit down to write these notes
To you and your intended
Spring is the worst time for most
Who'll never know the boundaries
Or hear the notes as they were sung
I believe this lonely ghost was tranced
To wander on until by chance
Or fate was summoned
To call on you a service that
He knew wouldn't be answered
Less repaid in lust
Still your jaded shadow was forced to look upon
Sights not even a ghost should have to see
And as he slumps so listed, he cannot bear to watch
And yet he cannot draw his gaze away and flee
This poor ghost can only howl
Although his howls cannot be heard
His cries will go unheeded
No one will ever read his words
And though he cannot weep
He sheds his tears through me
