My Ghost

Everytime I get it wrong,
I think you’ve gone,
but you keep on coming back.

What is it you return for,
why do you come back for more,
could you understand what I see?

Each time you disappear,
I can't help thinking,
this’ll be the last time.

the way you're gone for days on end,
then suddenly your back,
as though nothing is wrong.

For days I sit here worried as hell,
wishing you'd call wishing you'd tell,
me you're ok and you'll be back soon.

But you don’t you just dodge,
in and out of my life,
as if it’s a game your trying to play.

Crying here thinking your gone,
when all along you’ll be back,
within a week.

Acting like nothings happened,
like nothings changed,
my little haunting ghost.