Vundabar - Shadow Boxing

I am sick of swinging at my shadow and calling it your name What's the point, I could never get a hit in, if I did, what would I say? I need an enemy to affirm mythology I got this finger with nothing to point at, ooh Did you wait 'til you died To find out it was a lie? Did you wait 'til you died To find out it was a lie? I wrote stories that read like history I've scared myself like a lunch meat mystery So to deflect, what could you expect? I carved your face into the mirror, ooh Did you wait 'til you died To find out it was a lie? Did you wait 'til you died To find out it was a lie?