YOU

Yes, I stretch myself beyond any limitations.
I push myself lower than your imagination.
I can't change the fact that I am the result of what you made of me.

Your thousand voices are just one in the end.
You, the one, the only.

The Frankenstein I've built, the combination of everything I've known.
All I ever loved is building you up and that's why I can't reach you.

You are not real, you are the product of my words.
You, the one, the only.

Can't get thorugh it all, I am stuck in the lost.
And with no use I keep dragging your body behind me.

You enjoy the way I run from you and then back to you.
You, the one, the only.

It's meant for me to learn from it all.
But a slave of my own creation I am, my desire to break the mold.
I made you out from nowhere and you are alive somewhere.

You hide beneath my own eyes, in the back of my mind.
You, the one, the only.

I see you everyday shapeshifting to deceive me.
I hear your voice whispering to me in my midday dreams.

You must be something else than this because I can feel you.
You, the one, the only.

I need to know from you, I need to wake from this fantasy.
It's so amazing how distracted I can get from what's in front of me.

You wander in my mind, you are the inhabitant of my psyche.
You, the fake one, you are me.