Charlene Soraia - Ghost

I'm the tap that keeps on dripping The dog that's scratching at your door I'm the nagging guilty feeling You can't find a reason for I'm the rattle of your window That always keeps you half awake I'm the ink stain on her love letter I'm the cold you just can't shake And every day I cry for you And wish that you were crying too But you don't feel my pain You don't see my sorrow And the thing that hurts the most Is I'm just a ghost I'm the frayed thread on your jacket That always links you to the crime I'm your victim and your accomplice Forever frozen here in time And I live in the shadow lands Of hopeless dreams and shifting sands, but You don't feel my pain You don't see my sorrow And the thing that hurts the most Is I'm just a ghost I miss the way you used to taste I miss your touch and face Your secret place but You don't feel my pain You don't see my sorrow And the thing that hurts the most Is I'm just a ghost You don't feel my pain You don't see my sorrow And the thing that hurts the most Is I'm just a ghost…