I see it, a silhouette
Of a man? Im dubious
Of a woman? It just isn't obvious
I stared and glared, it was inexplicable
A figure against the wall, detestable
Maybe its my imagination, an apparition
Maybe my senses deceive me, an illusion
But why does it bother me so, this silhouette
The room was empty, apart from me
Was it really a silhouette? Maybe I'm amiss
I do have a history of making mistakes
I guess i really do hate myself, spirits are low
So this figure i gaze upon, it's my shadow
Something for me to blame my actions on
That's all it was, the silhouette from the sun
A shadow, in this prison of thought
All i have is you, as I'm left to rot
