I'm not like other people....nor do I choose to be. I want to be different, lost with myself and treasuring what I have with all my heart. In the end when I die, I do not wish to be a part of what happens in heaven or hell. I want to be free, a spirit free to fly upon gentle wings. The truth is...I like myself this way. I am the true Ghost of this world, no one can ever understand me and no one ever will. Is life not better that way, knowing you are free?
Imagine this girl right before she died,
Staring into her beautiful Grey eyes.
Imagine the sound of fear in her breath.
A shriek and a cough right before her death.
You try to speak, but you have no words to spill.
For frozen you are you shudder in fear.
Imagine her white hair as she falls.
The wish you made as her name you try to call.
Give her a rose for her tears of blood.
So she never forgets by whom she is still loved.
Take the time and remember this girl,
And love her again in the next world!
Remember her words right before her death.
As you hope for her ever slow last breath.
Imagine the time you spent with this beautiful girl.
And remember her pain as your world starts to twirl.
Imagine the pain she felt as her heart broke.
Words too deep you begin to choke.
Remember what it was like to tell her bye
As you shed your tears for the girl that died.
I'd rather be hated for who I am then loved for who I am not.