I wish I made you up inside my head.

If you didn't exist I wouldn't feel like this 

And these thoughts of you I wouldn't dread.

And sometimes I just wish that I was dead;

Maybe then there'd be a second of silence,

A moment of peace without the echo of your name stuck inside my head.

Everything I hear, see, think, and do reminds me of you.

Even as I lie in bed I dream of you and what we've left unsaid--

No matter where I am or what I do, somehow you're there, too.

Oh, what do I do?

What did I even think about before I met you?

I can't escape these thoughts through the tears I shed,

So just get the hell out of my head.