Ghost

How do you do this to me? Strange little boy.
With you stalkerish stare and your emoish charm.
How do you make me feel this way? Strange little boy.
Delightfully happy one moment, then a depressing daze the next.

How do I feel this for you? Strange little boy.
With your untrustworthy ways and complete ignorance. (I should know better)
How can I love you? Strange little boy.
When all you've proven to me is that lie and dismiss peoples feelings. ( I definitely should know better!)

How do I still follow you? Strange little boy.
When you blank me and make no effort on your behalf.
How do I still care for you? Strange little boy.
You should mean nothing to me. I don't know you, I never have. Will I ever? Strange little boy...?

Or is this all an illusion?
Until you lose interest?
And move on to someone else.
This is possible for you.
I mean nothing to you.
Do I? Strange little boy.

Yet you trust me with your secrets,
bound to my heart as if they were my own,
is there really a connection here?
Strange little boy.
Or am I just a ghost to you?
Spoken to, as if I were real,
laughed with, as if I were real,
held onto, as if I was real,
but am I to you?
Or am I just a ghost to you?
Strange little boy...