i feel you breathing on my neck, watching behind the bushes
wanna believe you're just a fan with the perfect drama and the excuses
are you ever gonna stop, ever respect yourself?
you ain't moving on, ok, i think i get why you're obsessed
i have to be your lyricist, the expectations really high
i'mma give it all this effort 'cause you've also put a lot
i'm taking this job for you, honey, i'll be working really hard
this is for whenever you interested in hearing me out.
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Song of a Stalker
PoetryI've been followed by the same girl(s) for over 7 years because she couldn't ever really get over her ex. She picked me, his woman for the past 7 years, to be her target on social media and chat groups, so I'mma give my side of the story in case she...
