You walk around
Like you own this town.
With that rebellious look in your eye
and your cap turned to the side.
With a cigar on your lips and a bottle in your hand,
you want to be the man.
You once told me it was all an act.
I think you just wanted to see how I'd react.
But I knew all alone it wasn't true.
The person you show the world just isn't you.
What you've never figured out was that I didn't even like that him.
I saw what was within.
That's who I wanted.
That's why I'm haunted.
That's who I can't get over.