Ghost
He doesn't know I've always loved the winter sun
And the way it glows like every flaw has been undone
I don't show beauty in the way it does
But he won't go cause he seems to think that I'm the one
Pictures of me still running around with flowers in my hair
But he can't see the darkness I bring with me everywhere
My skin's gone cold I'm not even breathing
I lost my soul while he was sleeping
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
He thinks I glide and moves with such a steadiness
Free and light but he doesn't feel my heaviness
Pictures of me still running around with flowers in my hair
But he can't see the darkness I bring with me everywhere
My skin's gone cold I'm not even breathing
I lost my soul while he was sleeping
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
Not the enticing mysterious kind
The kind that is lifeless with cold empty eyes
Stuck here spending every second
Never truly being present
Not the enticing mysterious kind
The kind that is lifeless with cold empty eyes
Stuck here spending every second
Never truly being present
My skin's gone cold I'm not even breathing
I lost my soul while he was sleeping
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
Tell him he's in love with a ghost
And the way it glows like every flaw has been undone
I don't show beauty in the way it does
But he won't go cause he seems to think that I'm the one
Pictures of me still running around with flowers in my hair
But he can't see the darkness I bring with me everywhere
My skin's gone cold I'm not even breathing
I lost my soul while he was sleeping
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
He thinks I glide and moves with such a steadiness
Free and light but he doesn't feel my heaviness
Pictures of me still running around with flowers in my hair
But he can't see the darkness I bring with me everywhere
My skin's gone cold I'm not even breathing
I lost my soul while he was sleeping
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
Not the enticing mysterious kind
The kind that is lifeless with cold empty eyes
Stuck here spending every second
Never truly being present
Not the enticing mysterious kind
The kind that is lifeless with cold empty eyes
Stuck here spending every second
Never truly being present
My skin's gone cold I'm not even breathing
I lost my soul while he was sleeping
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
But not the type of ghost that he wants to know
Someone tell him he's in love with a ghost
Tell him he's in love with a ghost
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Writer(s): Beatrice Stewart
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