I once was a child who
went from pillow to post
it was hard some time
to fit in my best friend
was a ghost those I love
the most wasn't always
close often I had to
pretend to blend in to
the environment found
creative ways to adjust to
the climate the weather
wasn't always fair such
as life too everything
confused me it was
hard to make things
out like trying to read
without a light always
seen by myself but was
never alone those I
love the most wasn't
close I had to improvise
my best friend
was a ghost as time
time moved on I
found a true friend in
real life then one day
that friend of mine
died now I'm older
the world's getting
much colder like hell freezing over I'm a
loner missing those
I love the most and my
best friend is still a ghost