Everywhere I go I see your face.
And every sound I hear
is the sound of your voice.
Why are you haunting me?
Why can't I let you go?

Why are you haunting me?

Everything about me is a lie.
At least it feels that way
when I look in your eyes.
The truth scares the shit out of me.
Whoever said love is real,
or love is blind,
has never felt the way that I feel.

What does it matter?
What's done is done
and I should get on with my life.

Why are you haunting me?

I don't know what it is
but I can't seem to make myself forget.
Was it something that you said?
Or is it all the guilt inside my head?

Why are you haunting me?

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