I feel you sitting there and staring.
I donât know you, but youâre not caring.
Iâm scared when I think of you standing in my room while itâs all dark.
Only your face, being lit up by the small match spark.
I donât 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 canât let you go, the...