I'm being hunted, I am the pray
Eyes darting everywhere, thoughts in disarray
Drove by him on the street this morning, our eyes locked
**** now he knows the car is my only thoughts
I had moved away from my home town
Hope upon hope I wouldn't be found
But I still work in this God forsaken place
In this **** town every day, so now I'm being chased
I don't understand why he won't let me be
It's been so many years, why can't he just forget about me
Although I know in his drug addled mind
I'm the one that got away and left him behind
He is truly crazy, that's what scares me the most
And I know all the demons he host
He's lived most of his life in prison, or on the streets
He's one of the homeless like many you meet
But he's a dangerous CRAZY
Of that there's no maybe
He told me a few years go of the women he's ***** and beaten
If he would die there would be one less demon
**** As I sit here writing this, out the window I spy
Him nonchalantly just walking by
Why ******* now does hunt me this way
I feel like crying in dismay
But I'm at work so I hide my fear
**** if he hadn't seen my car he wouldn't know I was here
My client is handicapped and his father old
All of this their mind couldn't hold
If he's still here after my work day
I'll have to lure him away
After all it's just me that he craves
And I know he will always till either him or I lie in the grave
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
I'm being hunted, I am the pray
Eyes darting everywhere, thoughts in disarray
Drove by him on the street this morning, our eyes locked
**** now he knows the car is my only thoughts
I had moved away from my home town
Hope upon hope I wouldn't be found
But I still work in this God forsaken place
In this **** town every day, so now I'm being chased
I don't understand why he won't let me be
It's been so many years, why can't he just forget about me
Although I know in his drug addled mind
I'm the one that got away and left him behind
He is truly crazy, that's what scares me the most
And I know all the demons he host
He's lived most of his life in prison, or on the streets
He's one of the homeless like many you meet
But he's a dangerous CRAZY
Of that there's no maybe
He told me a few years go of the women he's ***** and beaten
If he would die there would be one less demon
**** As I sit here writing this, out the window I spy
Him nonchalantly just walking by
Why ******* now does hunt me this way
I feel like crying in dismay
But I'm at work so I hide my fear
**** if he hadn't seen my car he wouldn't know I was here
My client is handicapped and his father old
All of this their mind couldn't hold
If he's still here after my work day
I'll have to lure him away
After all it's just me that he craves
And I know he will always till either him or I lie in the grave
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