What'd I do to deserve this wretched fate?
Why must you make my life a living Hell?
Why must your voice keep ringing like a bell?
Why am I the target of all your hate?
Yes I did kill you many moons ago
But you tormented me as you do now
And your motives were unclear - You played foul
And I sank into a pit so low
Cast from society I hid away
From the sin I so wanted to forget
But last night I awoke in a cold sweat
You came back to haunt me for every day
A fear of ghosts makes guilty conscience loom
A ghost is here to drag me to my doom
4th August 2002
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