There is someone following me
Following me
Too bad it isn't who I want it to be
They hate me just as much as I do
And Im just waiting
Waiting
For them to do something
There is someone following me
Following me
Too bad it isnt who I was it to be
Where ever I go
There are two shadows instead of one
When I sleep at night
They stand over my bed
There is always someone following me
Following me
Too bad it isnt who I want it to be
I hear them stepping
When I go faster so do they
I turn to look
But all it is, is me
There is someone following me
Following me
Too bad it isnt who I want it to be