tell me what would change

i’m already a ghost

it would be the same

i’m already a ghost 

i’m sorry for the pain

i need to be a ghost…

empty in my chest

forgotten is the soul 

though i did my best

forgotten is the soul 

how could i forget

the rot inside my soul

farewell, farewell,

it’s time to be a ghost

this is the real hell

and all of you are ghosts

know that it’s been swell

to each of thee a toast 

so if you feel a breeze,

know that its just me

the ghost.