Do you walk down my street?
Do you know my routine?
Are you looking for me?
Help me, for I cannot breathe,
Help me, for I cannot see,
Help me, do you know what I mean?
Do you believe in what I say?
Modeling one like clay, to your perfection.
Give me your undivided attention,
Give me your endless affection,
For I am less than absolution, a part to your delusions and confusion caused by the intrusions.