my mind is playing tricks on me
I thought I saw your face
next second gone, just like that
not the slightest trace

I must be going crazy
I thought I heard you call my name
but only silence greeted me
is my mind really playing games?

I thought I felt your tender touch
when I turned, you were not there
although goose bumps broke out on my skin
couldn't find you anywhere

you left me, oh so long ago
yet still you're on my mind
you'd think that I'd be over you
living life and doing fine

why then, am I seeing you
feeling your familiar touch?
why then are you haunting me?
why do I miss you this **** much?

I wish I could just let it go
banish thoughts of you away
I wish I could erase it all
or make it so you stayed

but I don't have that power
so here I am alone
hour after hour
trying to make it on my own

my mind is playing tricks on me
for here you are again
like I'm dreaming while awake
when will this madness end?

always the same, you show yourself
when void of company
when no one's here to witness
the way you come to me

perhaps I am going crazy!
it could be worse for me
at least one thing is certain
I won't ever again be lonely

I'll finally have you back again
and life won't be so sad
living in my crazy world
might  not be so bad

I may have lost touch with reality
I may be lost in wonderland
but I've made up my mind, I'm staying
reality will just have to understand

Have you ever heard your voice on a microphone? Distant and fade, almost like someone else is speaking, saying the things you want to say.

You are not sure if people can hear you over your pounding heart. Your hands tremble, you feel a chill go down your spine. You exhale as if blowing air into a lit candle.

Smiling faces catch your eye, you can feel their anticipation. Your voice still seems distant and fade; unfamiliar. You close your eyes for a second, but it feels like eternity. Before you know it, the crowd is clapping and cheering.

As you hand over the mic and walk off the stage, you wonder what really happened.