T's Song 2: Ghost Of You.

I'm so immature, I apologise, I could'nt give you more.

I watched you walk away, I held an open door.
I cannot explain, I'm so obscure...

But you'd never turn on me.
Showed me things one day I learned to be.

But you're not here to see.
The promises you made, they had no guarantee.

My fingers grasp the air, can't pull you near to me.

And I'm ashamed.
I'll take the blame.

I need to be close to you.
I'm sorry that I never made the most of you.
I can't sleep alone, this bed was made for two.

And I'm ashamed.
I'll take the blame.

You we're far too good.
Of all that I would hide, you always understood.

My heart was made of stone.
And now it's rotted wood.

I can't stop this pain that only you're body could.

It's too late, but if I could do the same, I swear I would.

I would walk through hell and back for one last kiss.

My fingers locked in yours. Do you think they'd still fit?

And I'm ashamed.
I'll take the blame.

I need to be close to you.
I'm sorry that I never made the most of you.
I can't sleep alone this bed was made for two.

And I'm ashamed.
I'll take the blame.

I can still taste your lips.
The doctor says I'm fine, it's just my heart is sick.

Time is such a blur, everthing's changed too quick.

One day, I grew up.
I crawled out of the dark, but my heart got stuck.

Cupid's arrow was delayed, but then I was struck.

Someone changed the game somehow, and I got fucked.

And I'm ashamed.
I'll take the blame.

I need to be close to you.
I'm sorry that I never made the most of you.
I can't sleep alone this bed was made for two.
I can't stop this pain, what am I supposed to do.
When I've fallen so in love, with the ghost of you.

And I'm ashamed.
I'll take the blame.