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just like a phantom, you always disappear.i'm tired of loving a ghost,a ghost i can see and a ghost i can hear.i'm tired of living a hoax.and don't bother asking if i might need anything.and don't ever say you've been worried about me'cause i know these concerns don't mean anything to you.it's hard to even say if they are real.and i have been torn in two.no one knows what i'm going through.i hope that the therapy's helping me.or that's what i tell myself, though it's hard to believe.i smell perfume when you walk in the roomand i feel you touching my head.i hear you close the door as you departand i know you've never been here.and the pictures of us have become pictures of mewith some misty figure impossible to see.a tragic tale worthy of henry james.and i have been torn in two.no one knows what i'm going through.i hope that the therapy's helping me.or that's what i tell myself, though it's hard to believe. Aus Songtexte Mania