He wears a hat. A trench coat. Both in a menacing black.
In dark alleys. Late at night. At the park. Ready to attack.
He holds something. You have nowhere to run.
You are pretty sure he is holding a gun.
He wants to cut you. It could be a knife.
Either way ,he wants to end your life.
I think I will just stay in tonight.
He is not here. Out there just doesn’t seem right.
Paranoia will destroy you. And they say I am insane?
Just want to stay away from him. I don’t mean to complain.
Oh my goodness, someone is knocking at my door!
What if it’s him? I hide low on the floor.
I’m Crazy .go ahead, say what you will say.
At least whoever it was ,they went away.
Crazy. So what? I’m not going out today