I wish I made you up inside my head.
If you didn't exist I wouldn't feel like this
And these thoughts of you I wouldn't dread.
And sometimes I just wish that I was dead;
Maybe then there'd be a second of silence,
A moment of peace without the echo of your name stuck inside my head.
Everything I hear, see, think, and do reminds me of you.
Even as I lie in bed I dream of you and what we've left unsaid--
No matter where I am or what I do, somehow you're there, too.
Oh, what do I do?
What did I even think about before I met you?
I can't escape these thoughts through the tears I shed,
So just get the hell out of my head.