It was the 14th of May when all my hopes died. It all begun when I saw her face under the streetlight. Was it the truth, were the mistakes, was it my honesty that killed it or the things I said or the things I felt, that killed it? No!

I'm not sure about anything in this life except the fact that she is still alive and her ghost is hunting me. Her ghost still hunts me. I can't take this anymore

To tell you honestly I don't believe in her love. I don't believe in her words and I don't believe in her promises. All that I'm sure of is that she still pumps blood in my heart

And as long as she is living in my veins I will believe in ghosts. I will believe in ghosts!

The same day the 14th of May I packed my dead hopes on the way to the streetlight. She wasn't there