Your Not Really There

Through the dark I hear you calling

Through the dark I hear my name

When theres sun your not there watching

When its dark your there again

On my window I hear tapping

On my floorboards I hear a creak

I know your not really there

Or else im sure you would speak

I know my sight betrays me

When you sat there on my sill

Im sure theres nothing glinting

and shining into my room

I know its in my mind

The reflection of me on the knife

I know your not really there

Killing me goodnight