Donna Nimmo

You will never see me, because I'm really not here
I'm just a ghost, the person I was had to disappear
Person I was, heart so bruised and broken
It died quiet a while ago, left words unspoken

What's left is this ghost, that all can see
I'm not invisible, but I'm really not me
The funeral was held and a few mourners came
Of past relationships, they knew they were to blame

Now I go on, being a woman without a heart
When this life is over, then I can depart
This is just a story, about a tragic life
Who from childhood to adulthood lived in constant strife!