Like a Ghost From Bedlam

Your memories haunt me Like a ghost from Bedlam —One that keeps me wondering Why I ever let you go... There's still a part of you In what is left of this heart, Which does more harm than good Beyond all I could tell... I still see your pretty smiles —That of all, I recall the most; I still hear your tender voice, Very much often than not... Like twenty million times, I've heard you say goodbye; And almost twice that number, I've seen you cross my path... Those memories haunt me Like ten ghosts from my past; Although I have let you go, But you're still here in my heart.