Who are you?

What do you want?

First you took my girlfriends

And now you take my sleep.

There is simply no escape

From the burden of your presence.

The grimace of your whisper in my ear

And the scenes you create

To squeeze the mind quick and burst

The very soul

I tried so hard

To keep from breaking.

Some call you paranoia

But for me, I realize

Who you are, you are me

And what you want is everything

I am not.