Creeper
On the streets and the sub-urbs
On the corner of every building
You're everywhere i go
Even when i'm laying low
Seems that you wanna talk
Tho you still only stalk
Looking in through my window
Still you won't come to my show
Didn't say that i would call you
Didn't say that i so loved you
I chewed on peppermint
why cant you take the hint?
Do i have to change my number?
Do i have to change my face?
do i have to change my ID?
Do i have to move to another
Place
That i could finally call my home
Or would i have to isolate under the dome?
You Cunt
just give me a break
a blunt
something to take the pain away
You hunt me for a pathetic reason
While you go insane, you still commit treason
you suck
you're still in my way
Night and day
you're drivin me insane
good luck
on the prison row
you're trying to change
but you stil... won't.. let
GO!
Writer/s: Ronde Fauchald
