I felt him watching me yesterday, A feeling that I can’t explain. And maybe it is he’s seen me before But willful ignorance is a numbing chore He’s followed me home more than I know He peeks in from the corner of the window I fear that when I fall asleep Into my bedroom he might creep So I make sure to lock the doors Listen for noises, just to be sure And there I lie awake at night, Fearing he might give me a fright I’d wake up to his face being the last Thing that I saw before I passed. And I’d look up with eyes so wide, He’d look down with a sinister smile. And so you see I cannot sleep For it may be the last night I see.