I’m afraid of backstreets
Where assaulting eyes will find me
I don’t like to find you
Just near enough to remind me
I’m the one that draws their fire
It’s in the way I live
My shield has long been shattered
I keep all I have to give
My words seem to come out wrong
When I know you’re around
I wonder how long I'll fear
That simple little sound
Footsteps.
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