Berg and I

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
Till 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 a 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 shudder rippled through my chest 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