A shadow of my former self a Ghost as my new self
 

Hide behind my doorbell/
like I'm a f*cking ghost/
I no what makes you tick/
I know what makes you tick the most/
yesterday I learnt a new word/
that word was betrayal/
and yes I can hit you/
Even though you're weak and frail/
Don't judge me you don't know my life/
you don't know the pain I've suffered/
at the hands of her knife/
she's like a surgeon/
dug her way into my brain/
planted her seeds and/
spread her name/
stop being so icy cold/
the kids they want your warmth/
and yes I am a f*cking ghost/
and I'm here to haunt/
Don't dislike me in my death/
we all know the truth/
what goes on in your head/
what went on when you pulled the noose/
They wish happiness for you/
the suits they wish you well/
I keeping your seat warm/
a seat for you in hell/

What I don't like is the bitterness of it. It feels like it's reserved for the person addressed here. All I can say is that I hope you didn't really hit her, mostly just because that would be lowering yourself. This is art, not emotional management, or at least emotional management through art though this did not feel like art but more like slice of anger cut from your psyche unmolded. You should make this sing, not bark.

This song isn't about my life, honestly, it's about things I've saw happening around me. I should explain that at the start of all of these type of songs so that people don't think I'm a crazed psycho. And by the way, I don't have a clue if you like the song or not. You totally lost me after the first sentence. Make the song bark? WHAT?!