There's a man that keeps on following me and I don't know why he's here.
He stalks me everyday wether I'm out or in my room.
He loves to make cry; loves to push away all my friends.
When I'm alone he's my only company and I talk to him on whim.
He says to call him L, I guess he likes that name.
But I'm not into calling a stranger I've been acquainted with something other than his name.
There are times where he grips my throat and makes me gasp for air.
I used to be terrified of him, but now I'm not quiet sure, 'cause now whenever he leaves I just never close the door.
Loneliness is in love with me, I find this to be true.
Because whenever I'm with other people he brands me like a shoe.
