I'm not the one you're looking for.
She's around the bend and through the door.
I remember how you treasured her,
now she's among the things that were.
I'm not the one you used to love.
She's living in the 'o' of 'of.'
Somewhere trapped inside a dream,
with a broken heart patched at the seams.
I'm not the one you hoped to find.
She's hiding somewhere in your mind.
Your thoughts are touched by her cold breath,
holding you in hands of death.
I'm not the one who loved you back
She's just waiting to attack.
And if you end up dying, then
I pray you'll find her once again.