Dear ghosts of my past, both recent and passed,
the girls who haunt and the cars crashed,
the blondes who taunt and the rooms trashed,
stay away from me like all my ash,
i know i'm nice and somehow you always,
try to come again roam my hallways,
the way it is today must always stay,
until my last living days,
only when i'm beckoning for my reckoning,
will i realize you are the second thing,
that i would die for when your demons are assembling,
it's because of you alone that my past is no longer threatening,
sincerely Renato Vitale, no more to add,
PS i was lying just like my Dad,
just like Kath when she "loves" and i don't ask,
why does it seem like what we had has passed?