I woke up in the middle of the night,
i thought i'd seen a ghost,
but when i rubbed my eyes it was you in sight,
i thought, what a pleasant ghost,
you were shining so bright,
i was pleased to be your host,
but,
you overstayed your welcome,
and made my place a living hell,
slowly sucking my income,
being a burden to my feeble shoulders,
when i thought enough was enough,
you,
sweet talked me into keeping you,
and i did, but again you hurt me,
when i opened up to you,
you ran awy and faded,
now i cant stop thinking of you,
you left with me mixed feelings.
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