Darling ghost, summer is on his way, I love summer, so I would like to call it he. When he comes with its usual shower, I will walk under an umbrella singing out loud again. However, nobody will hear me again because he always drown my voice in its pitter-patter. If singing doesn't help, I will walk barefoot on the rain again. The rain will wash away my trouble, and I will be free again. But I may not be able to do that now, because it worries my family. They think I am deranged, but the truth is, aren't we all little drugged with insanity. But I live in their love, and if they say so, I shall show them my normalcy. With the little bit of my fakeness, I will be their good girl until his love comes my way. Then I shall make a mad hatter out of him and we shall live in wonderland. Hahahahahaha
Your faker.