Why do I think of you
Like if you were part of my present
Why do I keep hoping to hear from you
Pretending we have a life together
I fell in love
... such a teenage feeling.
And it totally feels like a prison
A place where I hold the key and the lock
Because I’m the jailer
And the prisoner
No calls from you
Zero text messages
Checking my e-mail
... Nothing there
Maybe I’m guilty of loving a ghost
A memory of what I wanted you to be
And since I believed the first tale
Plus hundred more
Let me continue this chapter
Where you are my present, and my life...
I’m here... please, come,
Are you the one knocking on my door?