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"
