Haunted

(James Downham, Mark Smith)

Unseen and unheard
The choices that taunt me are the voices that haunt me
Lines and lines, combines, confines
The ones that want me are always without me

I Never thought I’d ever say “I love you”
I Never thought I’d feel the way that “I do”
What I don’t want is uncertainty
Lies inside of you, inside of me

Sometimes I think I’m haunted
Haunted by you
Sometimes I think I want it
I’m haunted by you
Misery is mystery
Mastery, impossibility

Always, omni, ever present
The things that we say are not always meant
Knowledge is a dangerous thing
Seeing, believing
Defying, denying

Sometimes I think I’m haunted
Haunted by you
Sometimes I think I want it
I’m haunted by you
Apathy is agony
Frightens me, invisibility

Sometimes I think I’m haunted
Haunted by you
Sometimes I think I want it
Haunted by you

I’m haunted, Oh, I’m haunted
Haunted by you
Right now I know I want it
Haunted by you
Honesty, hypocrisy
Frightens me with possibility

Unseen and unheard
The choices that taunt me are
The voices . . . that haunt me

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