Spot an ignorant blue-eyed lookalike.
Realize I can run, gun, but I can only try and hide.
Message sent, no reply. Hopes up, dreams died.
You laughed, I cried. Cannot see the bright side.

Watch your impostor meeting up with another man.
Put myself in his place, imagine that we began
Growing close, growing old, instead of growing icy cold.
You’re dead to me, with my plans,
Back from the grave to haunt my soul.

My mind’s a prisoner, you’re the warden of my brain.
I put you there myself, and now I have myself to blame
For all of my pain and every one of my complaints.
I have earned your disdain, and I cannot get away.
I fall asleep and you’re there.
I wake up and you’re there.
I close my eyes and you’re there.
Look at the sky and you’re there.
The stars remind me of you, they bring back your memory.
You’ve taken me captive, I will never be set free.

We had it simple, refreshingly informal.
Never thought it’d turn into something paranormal.
Your transparent image is all I see through the dark,
And all I hear is the rapid beating of my heart.

You created structure from debris,
And yet tore down the walls that were confining me.
You restored my hope, my trust, and my faith,
Now all I’m left with is hate, hate, hate,

I’m left in paranoia, always looking behind my back.
I hear your voice in my head,
Repeating like a broken track.
I would put more thought into another verse,
Or a clever line,
But I feel like I’ve already wasted enough of my time.

In the end, it’s pathetic, and yeah it’s a shame,
But the thing that haunts me most is:
I’m the one to blame.

Hear your name dropped, plopped in a movie script.
The very mention of you brings
Your phantom back from the crypt.
You’re the actress, I’m the critic,
Watch the film, wish I was in it,
There for you in every scene,
Supporting on the big screen.

I’m an indie documentary, very easy to miss,
You’re a summer blockbuster topping every box office.
Stage fright, forget my line,
Nervous sweat down my spine.
I lost the role and now your sprite
Terrifies me day and night.

I’m sitting here, staring at this empty white inbox,
The colors and design matching perfectly the outbox,
Wishing I could speak to you,
Come up with some endearment.
Instead, I’m chokin’ on my pride,
‘Cause I can’t seem to swallow it.
But I still care; I wish I had looked on the bright side.
You were unprepared,
You could not defend your blindside.
My love for you still remains, it will never separate.
You’re haunting me, taunting me,
Release me from these daunting chains.