Haunting Me
Stabbing Westward
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?