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 room And i feel you touching my head. I hear you close the door as you depart And i know you've never been here. And the pictures of us have become pictures of me With 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.