ITS NOT A DREAM
I know you don't know me,
And you don't know my name;
So you moved in some new scenery,
But this house is still the same;
It's been so cold and empty,
Since the cops have all been gone;
Just me here with my body,
Beneath the floor your bed sits on.
It's not a dream, I'm watching you;
It's not a dream, I'm touching you.
I was standing in the shower,
When you took off your clothes;
You smelled so intoxicating,
As I kneeled at your toes;
I touched you with my fingers,
I know how you feel inside;
I had my way and took you,
Then I listened as you cried.
It's not a dream, I'm watching you;
It's not a dream, I'm touching you.
I saw you when you came home,
Last night at 3: 00 am;
There was a stranger in our bedroom,
You gave your love to him;
Well that was me that smashed the windows,
And pounded on the walls;
Then I scared you when I pushed him,
Down the stairway in the hall.
It's not a dream, I'm watching you;
It's not a dream, I'm touching you.
It's not a dream, I'm watching you;
It's not a dream, I'm touching you.
Copyright 2002, 2006
Azriel St. Michael
