I can feel your breath on my back.
I taste the poison in my tea, I find your shadow in every crowd.
I hear those cameras clicking clicking,
as I undress in the dark.
My heart races whenever a car slows down beside me.
I change my route everyday.
I keep a knife under my pillow.
How many times I check and re-check every bolt in every door.
Yet every night as I lie awake, I wonder if tomorrow will be the day….
the day you get me.
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