There is a humorous quiver in my shadow
Every time I fall
And every time I try and catch him
He's already halfway down the hall
Why does he seem so disconnected?
From the man, whom which it's supposed to follow
Only time will tell
Why it seems as though the character now plays the actor
Why the feeling comes but never stays?
I'm losing sight of who's controlling the thoughts inside my head
I'm like a puppet on a string, that's blowing in the wind
So is it me or is it him that's causing all this pain?
Is a lie told to yourself still considered sin?
Now every time I try and talk to him
He's already halfway out the door
Now every time I try and see him
Oh god only knows who else can see him too
I only hope he's telling them the truth
I'm losing sight of who's controlling the thoughts inside my head
I'm like a puppet on a string, that's blowing in the wind
So is it me or is it him that's causing all this pain?
Is a lie told to yourself still considered sin?