Ghostly friend

There is a ghost in my home
Looks like me and wears my clothes
He knows the thoughts in my head
Tells me I’m better off dead

There is a light in my room
And in the shadows he moves
Fingers stretch out through my hands
Now I know where we all go

Street lights illuminate u
I’ll have no choice either way
Creep in my head while I’m sleeping
With me the rest of my days