It's so bright You can't see behind you You can't fight for your life, they'll find you They'll find you I am a needle Pop goes my head like a balloon in a haystack but I'll wet it I'm feeble They'll see you they'll see you they'll see you... Hide for your life Run forest run to the forest to the middle don't fiddle don't MOVE don't make a sound even if they're not there they'll HEAR YOU so don't flinch when the vines choke you stick like gum but don't swallow they'll eat you you're hollow you run like the wind... you're gone... In your lair, your pit of despair they can't reach you, you're safe and they can't crack you, It's so dark. They can't see behind you The tables are turned, their cards fall to the floor Burn them and rejoice.
Wrote this in a suitably frantic fashion in about 10 minutes. About social anxiety. Or madness. I think... :P