the ghost of me walks alone br looking neither right or left br up or down. br br sorrow walks beside this ghost br of i. br br for what could have been br for what id hoped to be br to love, a love like thee. br br my thoughts thought of love br my heart beat of it br but you didn, t feel it br br you left me heartbroken br as you left me broken br now this ghost of me br walks the sorrow corridors br of my mind. br br weeping at the good times br thinking of what should br have been.