Berg and I - Z Berg

So I woke up one morning with a shadow sleeping in my bed

His voice was soft and solemn but the teeth were rotting out his head

He said to me, let’s make a deal

I’ll get you out of this here mess

But follow you, I will, until you’re dead

And as the days went by, my shadow matched my each and every step

And whispered words of wickedness that rattled ‘round my weary head

‘Til I gave up and let him do

The talking while I rested

And forgot the countless wicked things he said

So is he my shadow, or am I his

Am I who I am, or what I did

And soon I got so light my wicked shadow tripped me constantly

And shadows pooled upon my skin each time I fell upon my knees

Spotted, dotted, tattered with

My shadow hanging over me

I hung my head and wished for sweet relief

Now he’s the one things happen to, I look upon it helplessly

He’s taken on my mannerisms, acts my life out like a scene

Haunted, hounded as my shadow

Taunts me with his tactics

I stare stupid, and in utter disbelief

So is he my shadow, or am I his

Am I who I am, or what I did

And then one day I turned around and found my shadow missing

It was worse than that first moment when I woke up lying next to him

Have I been dreaming this whole time

I asked to no one listening

And a shadow rippled through my dress like lightning

There is no shadow, there’s never been

There is no shadow, there never is

I am what I am and what I did