...did something I wasnt suppose to

I looked you up, find the name and number
I called just to make myself feel good
without a tought of you

all you have become is a picture of memory
randomly stuk in my brain
and every step I take closer to you
to the one you used to be
I get a feelin of feelin not so fine

the dream has resolved in to a creepy mess in my mind

this aint right its all about me

when I hear your voice so close to me
I put the phone down and just walk away

for good this time

gonna fix this mess in my mind
this insanity must go

this neurothic sence has to fade like the shadow of my memory of you