Somebody's outside watching my house its dark, late and colder i watch the figure outside my home waiting till he get's bolder i understand about fans but i still ask "why me??" couldn't he have found someone else to see?? I call up kevin but he's not home dejected, angry i sit down by the phone i pull back the curtain and what do i see this wacked son of a bitch staring straight at me What a rock star shouldn't go through i start to panic i become very manic i dial the number to the police but the phone lines have been fucking cut!! I run away just as he shatters the glass i take one look, run away, haul ass i'm afraid for my life, i'm running from the look of psychotic adoration that at first i took he wants to do me like i was linda lovelace he wants to fuck my ass and then fuck my face and then he wants to kill me so i'll never go on TV and say that because he touched me that way, he's gay he fired the shot, i fell down on the stairs pulled myself up and tried to run with a metal folding chair this is what i get for living in the middle of nowhere they pulled up to the house and broke the door down came in and found me standing there with a frown then they put me in handcuffs and took me to jail even though it wasn't the first time i had to kill, i never fail being a rock star has its perks you get away with murder, and responsibilty?? you shirk.Birth sign: Aries
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