Onde day, I was walking around.
Relaxed, day-dreaming...
Singing to my own sound,
Unable to hear someone screaming.
Crossing the street,
Moving to the rythm...
I happened to meet
A scene that messed my system.
A girl on the ground
Covered in blood.
I stopped hearing my sound,
I felt numb.
Poor stranger...
How did she die?
"Shot in the back, what danger!"
I heard the cop, before he sighed.
I felt sad, but relieved.
I would go to my family,
Hug and kiss them, so they'd believe
That they mean everything to me.
I turned and froze
At the new sight I'd come to behold.
The stranger posed,
Standing on her own.
But she was paler than most.
She was staring in my direction.
Oh my, she was a ghost!
Scared, I ran for protection.
I ran along the shops.
She followed right alongside.
I was looking for cops
Or some place to hide.
I decided to stop and confront her.
Who the hell was she?!
I faced her, looking for the answer...
When I looked I wanted to die...
But how could I...?
When the ghost was me
