I lurk as a stalker unknown in the dark.
Waiting for you to come around the corner so I can set my
mark.
I follow you down the oh-so-familiar street,
Knowing every knick and cranny and when not to take peeks.
I know where you live, where you work, and all your
friends.
I know when you broke up with your girlfriend and how long
it takes for your heart to mend.
I know your number, I've called it time and time again.
Just thinking about that one day when I can call and begin,
A conversation that I hope won't end,
that'll draw my secret love in.
People call it an obsession but what they do not see,
is that you were made to love only me.
But I fear to tell you that I want you because you may think
differently.
Probably make you think a thought like..."Why Da Hell Is
this gurl stalkin me?"
I show up at your window late every night,
Just to secretly tuck you in goodnight.
If I can't have you then nobody else can.
You're my man and I'm secretly your woman.
I hunt you down and see with other women I'm driven with
jealousy/rage.
At the end of the day, pictures of you are placed on a photo
album page.
Longing for you and wondering why I do so,
I can only ever dream of holding you close.
One Day our love will grow for each other, and a song we'll
eventually compose.
But until that day, I'll sit and wait for your love...you're
unpredictable nobody really knows.
Sitting at my windowsill, watching you pass by.
I think of how I don't even exist to you in this world...and
I cry.

LaLa Curse & Dre