I feel you sitting there and staring.
I don’t know you, but you’re not caring.
I’m scared when I think of you standing in my room while it’s all dark.
Only your face, being lit up by the small match spark.
I don’t understand what runs through your head.
When you have me hear, alone and scared in my bed.
I would like you to just go away. Go away and never stay.
But I can’t let you go, the...