Some people call me a stalker
But at least I can talk to her
And you always see us walking
Together in the halls, or in the fall
After school, or when it's cool
In the heart, no one can compete
With me, you just cannot beat
My overwhelming feelings
Something that is still unhealed
Marks tattooed in my life
Not enough, for my knife
But it's filled the bit
Enough to fit
Enough to hit
Punch a hole, in a wall
The feelings make me fall
But don't forget, if you see me walking
She says it's a mutual stalking