Now I know you aren't real, you are a ghost
This person I made up in my delusional mind; you aren't real. Time slips by year after year and I've seen you in so many faces, why have I seen you in these faces? I pour my all onto them and how could they live up to what you are to me? They can't .... I leave a trail of heartbroken men that want the love I have for you. What is this life that has led me to this point of breaking, I believe only God can help me now.