Your broken shadow follows you...
It knows you're leaving soon, before you do...
It knows your beating heart, and darkest room...
And all the things you said you thought you'd do...
A figure reaching through the door...
Someone staring back at you...
I thought I'd listen, thought it hurt, but most of all...
There's someone there that's not quite you...
The smell of smoke, it follows you...
You walked right out of hell, the way you do...
And all the lies, they told to you...
And all the signs they led, straight back to you...
A figure reaching through the door...
Someone staring back at you...
I thought I'd listen, thought it hurt, but most of all...
There's someone there that's not quite you...