Monday, June 3, 2013

The Death of A Stalker


Rumour spread that I am a horrible, despised stalker
Immune to sunlight, I am not Dracula from Bram Stroker
Ain't that desperate enough to get a stripper and a hooker
Just a lonely Facebook user, you think I am a pro-hacker?
And since when I followed you around like a sleepwalker?
Late at night, going to get a cuppa and some cream crackers
I was hit in the head when I was in front of my coffee maker 
Raging people trying to push and squeeze me into a locker
They kicked me around as if I was a ball in a game of soccer
Damn!!! I ended up getting shot by her dad who's a rocker...

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