I Can Feel Your Eyes,

They're Watching Me Again.

Why Do They Follow Me Like This?

Does You Mind Not Control Them?

Or Does The Feeling Of Power Ensnare Your Senses?

You Must Like The Way I Avoid You,

The Way I Don't Look At You.

Do You Not Realise I'm Afraid?

Intensity Frightens Me.

I Can't Get Close To Anyone…

So Why Do You Try So?

Why Not Just Give Up.

Everyone Else Does.

So How Are You Different?

Do You Pity Me?

Do I Make You Feel Sympathetic?

Do I Make You Wonder Who I Am?

Tell Me Just What You Want.

Tell Me Why Your Spirit Haunts Me As It Does?

Stop The Watching,

The Waiting,

The Silent Hell That Follows Me.

Stop.