fascinated
with things I can't have
things that don't last

I hate it
I hate myself for all the pain I caused

I'm going crazy in my bedroom
still dreaming about you

deleted all the messages
but you're still haunting me

cursed with your absence
addicted to the faded memories

in the theater
on a map
when I look out a window
all I do
reminding me of you

better off dead
than to live forever
in your ghostly shadow