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He says he's in love
and incomplete without me.
Why won't he just leave me alone,
and let me be free?
Every move I make,
even though, its him I can't see,
Every step I take,
I know he's watching me.
Maybe one day, long away,
he'll let me be,
Or he might leave the scene,
until then, somebody is watching me.
By Channon Lang
copyright 1999