the last month, i realized something i think is wrong, but leave me tell you about this. four zero, am, knock knock knock i woke up, and girl start to talk i dont know her name, but i've bring her home because i understand her, she is alone (like me!) She was so sad, she told me about her dad and start to laugh "i kill him with his credit card" oh my god, i think this is a bit creepy i've got to call police, but she told me i was mad! I dont know why, but she start to like me she was so beautiful, but is something she dont telling me she was dead! and i dont mind! No! Now im not alone (now im happy) Now i can smile (with anybody) May be she's a gost (or maybe dont exist) But I dont care. But now she's my dead girlfriend oh oh, my dead girlfriend uh uh uh, my dead girlfriend