I know what's always on your mind. Everything that once was just a shadow, just a trick of the light, just a far-off noise. Turn on the lights, write it down, make a log, see your doctor.
And so what are you? Just some crazy loner guy who can't stop thinking about my pussy, always looking at my pictures, reading every last god damn thing that comes out of my IP, keeps on getting knocked out, can't control your own hands and eyes anymore
