Know me, know what I do
Know that I see you and wait in the dark for you.
I can see you looking in the shadows with a weary feeling.
Knowing a stalker is stalking.
But you see no persons,
but yet you feel me stalking, stalking your every move.
You look to the light but it fades to nothing.
With a hopeless thought that no one will see you.
but your stalker can always see you,
and yet I make no move for all
I am is a paranoid thought
