The Ghost of Last September
It wants me
To make me show a piece of my soul
Not yet appreciated nor deserved
By any of its beholders
It is hungry
Wants to feed on my desires
To reach out to where there is noone
The bait is an illusion
That is fading with every heartbeat
That doesn't care
Sometimes we put ourselves in situations
From which there is no turning back
There is no hiding
From the Ghost of September
And I always choose the same wrong
Because I am addicted to my own excuses
Love is only
For the lucky and the strong
And there are no second chances
So there is no need to act like you care
When I say goodbye, feeling nothing
For you, my Ghost of September
