Being a ghost isn't all that, all that haunting to do cause we're jealous of you I'm unloved, undreamed of, nothing to say, we cry Oh why Oh why Being a ghost is the most boring, I'm full of holes when the rain is pouring I saw poltergeist but it's nowhere as nice cause every wall I walk through is someone I can't talk to, I'm not to excited to be an apparition and all half faint and half delighted after all after life's not fair, I'm not into being at one with thin air, I have the hardest time trying to scare when my presentations passed off as hallucination on a vacation from the five senses as well as the sixth sense of humor at least that's the rumor Being a ghost is close to holding a world view that doesn't hold true, hold you I wish I wish I wasn't watching you through this one way window in limbo, nowhere to go I have no potential, don't have any goals and no residential, eventually a change of heart will start me off with a bath to wash off the invisible man, if only I could be more colorful but lines to stay inside is what I lack let's flashback to the world when I was in it, he'll be dead in 60 seconds well he'll have to wait a minute Being a ghost isn't that great, I made a date with God to discuss if I could rejuvenate back to my late physical form, I had to fill out a form and my appearance was born into the truly newly remodeled me, disembodied now I'm embodied with flesh, out on the beach I forgot what it feels like to make an imprint in the sand underneath, going deep in the water but waves crashed in smashing my head smack dab on the rocks, now my body's lying in the box and I'm sad to say I'm back in the same spot...ghost