The Ghost I Am Testo

if only someone liked me, the way i like youi would feel special, feel needed.
when shes around, the music of her voice,
is like sugar coated death.
the more i love her, the less she even looks.
she leaves me, like a heartbeat.
i look back on times, when she was around.
i always hear the sound, again and again,
of her beautiful voice. sugar coated.
like the candy of death.