To Be Enchanted

I believe I've seen a ghost and I don't know who it is It just follows me around, pretending to exist I've never related more to anything or anyone before I can't explain it I see longing in its eyes I can't quite put my finger on it There's just something about its face that makes me sad It's as much afraid as it's haunted I've never related more to anything or anyone before I can't explain it Politely, I asked, "Are you real?" It said, "Here, let me prove it" It placed its hand in my hand Neither one of us could feel it "Don't kill the messenger", it begged "You're alive, quit acting like you're dead" Like a mirror, it spoke so clear "Don't you recognize the reason why you're here?" "To be enchanted To be enchanted"