Stalker

Keep on watching Mr. Stalker Don't you miss her when she walks by Her eyes filled with broken glass Since she knows that you know and she knows that you know And she knows, that you're somewhere Around, where she hides her pain Around, her private saint Around, her second name Around, you were somewhere around You grow tired Mr. Stalker She keeps falling out of your pocket Your palms cut by broken glass Since she knows that you know and she knows that you know And she knows, that you're somewhere Around, where she hides her pain Around, her private saint Around, her second name Around, you were somewhere around