Get out of my head and give me some rest
Though it's clear your phantom doesn't get distress
You crouch in the darkest nook in my mind
Ready to pounce to creep up behind
Put the knife to my throat cat and mouse
I don't feel at home in my own house
Always on edge as you taint and tease taking me prisoner whenever you please
I've tried ripping you out by the roots of my hair
And bashing you out of your cranial lair
Employed priests and nuns to see if you be
Some demon sent to torture me
But no you're just the memory of my past
Happiness gone sour but your imprint still lasts
A bitter taste in my mouth bent on driving me mad
I'm sure this is the best fun you've ever had
Watching me writhe in sorrow and pain
While they find it hard to believe I'm sane
Destroying me from the inside out
I'm telling you now without a doubt
I will be rid of you
Get out get out...
Foolish girl, I thought you knew
Of the choking vice-grip I had on you.
I thought you'd have learnt and would see
That you're too weak to be rid of me.
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