June 9th, 2013 - 06:31 PM
Is there someone behind me, I just can't see..
Do all the walls feel like windows,
There's someone staring in at me..
Do they hear everything I say,
when I talk in my sleep..
It seems this fear is here for keeps.
There's someone smoking my smokes for me ,
And drinking half my beers..
Suddenly I talk to them ,
But they still stare. Like looking in the mirror,
To be talking to someone else,
Now I seem to talk more seriously ,
Telling them secrets to keep.
So I see being alone,
Is a natural to me.
It seems ..
This fear I have,
Is great company.