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Ever since you left, a strange boy has been haunting me. My love, is that you?

Ghost.

I am afraid of

I am afraid of The boy who sits

I am afraid of The boy who sits In the dark corners

I am afraid of The boy who sits In the dark corners Of my mind.

His face is a blur

His face is a blur And his voice is too

His face is a blur And his voice is too Low of a whisper

His face is a blur And his voice is too Low of a whisper To make out

His face is a blur And his voice is too Low of a whisper To make out His identity.

These nights, I don’t dare

These nights, I don’t dare To sleep anymore

These nights, I don’t dare To sleep anymore Because he haunts me

These nights, I don’t dare To sleep anymore Because he haunts me Even in my dreams.

I can feel his icy touch,

I can feel his icy touch, His cold breath,

I can feel his icy touch, His cold breath, And his piercing stares.

I ache at the familiarity

I ache at the familiarity Of his cruel words.

My love, is that you?

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