Let me tell you a story.

About a tragic soul.

Two thousand miles away, and yet I feel so close to you. 

Where were you when I needed you?

Gone and lost in the darkness of your self pity. 

Let me tell you about a boy.

Let me tell you a story about a troubled soul. 

What's the difference between the two? 

I fell for one and felt for the other.

He seeks sanctuarty in the depths of dispair.

If he could just grab my hand, I'll help him to fresh air.

This is all so poisionous, But I'll sit back and watch you destroy yourself.

He carved a special spot out for himself in the small cold rock I call a heart.

And he stays there. 

We as humans live for feelings. 

As much as I love you, I need to let you go. 

So what does that make me?
I'm your ghost haunting your thoughts.