The ghost of a memory, it’s not even, a memory, but, just like a memory, it’d, haunted…
The ghost of a memory, this, was what, you’d been, reduced down to, there’s, NO way ‘round that, you’d become, NOTHING to me, and I don’t care what happens to you!
The ghost of a memory, that, is how it goes, and, you know, that you’re the ones to blame, for becoming nothing MORE than a ghost of a memory to me.
like this, NOT my picture…
The ghost of a memory, how can I, get rid of you? And, why are you still here, haunting me, huh??? Was that LAST exorcism not enough? The ghost of a memory, it’d still come back, from time to time, to serve as a reminder, of what I’d already lost, and how much, I’d already lost, in this so-called life of mine!
The ghost of a memory, it doesn’t say BOO! Instead, it just, floats along, right next to you, like a spiritual possession that you’re, NOT the least bit aware of, but, it’s, right there, and you’re still the only one who can’t see it…
or this…
not my artwork…
Life, the Obstacle Course 