Where I walk
A presence follows by
Lurking around me
Yet I hear it in my head
It's got to be the thought of you creeping inside of my head
I know you're there when I'm not
Forever feeling low
Far away from this place
I wish to disappear
From visions of those who are dead
Peering through a glass window
I see you're on my ceiling
I wait for what you're feeling
Your teeth are daggers in my neck
Over and over again