There is nothing right with my shadow. It's meant to be a puppet, a slave to my will, But it seems to be controlled by nothing. It may have a brain. It mirrors me flawlessly, However it is not I who is in command of my actions. I don't want it anymore. I don't need him anymore. Whoever he is, it's I who is in command of his actions. He mirrors me flawlessly. He may have a brain, But he's seamlessly controlled by nothing. He's bent to be my puppet, a slave to my will, There is nothing left but a shadow.