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You took a hold of me like some cruel puppeteer. I've never felt sopowerless so paralyzed, so crippled by fear. Panic gripped me like thehand of God, hit me like a hammer, crushed me like a juggernaut. Leftme broken down and out and open, thrown from the twenty third floorwithout a parachute. Wake me up, tell me it's all a bad dream, thatI've been accidentally cast in some tragicomic scene, that I'mmistaken, must have misheard, misunderstood that everything will beOK, just like I told you that it would. I know you're a thousand milesaway, but still you stalk my thoughts like a shadow every day. Timeand distance both seem meaningless. What I'd give just to forget, totake away the pain. And you haunt me like a spectre of a part of methat's died. You taunt me like the crosses on my calendar remind me ofthe days and nights before us that you chose to leave behind. In theend love will tear us apart. I struggle and I strangle to surrender tospeech all the sentiments that I've endured the past few months andweeks. I stutter and I stammer in false starts and fits. I fumble forthe language to utter my regrets. I'm scared to death of everythingthat you made me feel, crushed by the weight of the world, I wish toGod this wasn't real. You're not a girl, you're a ghost, you're anapparition. I'm not anything anymore. Metaphor is a poor excuse, vagueand out of focus, to mask emotions you'll never have. If you have toask, you already know. The beat of the kick drum just gives rhythm toa madness you'll never understand. I used to read your thoughts like abook but actions speak louder than your words ever could. We just toldeach other what we needed to hear, deceived by the distance, cheatedby despair. In the beginning I sang with hope, now I stifle screams,choke back your name caught in my throat. It's easier for me to walkaway. From Letras Mania