You can't see me, I am well hidden. I can't stop staring at you. It's fun. It's fun to stalk you home, sometimes, it's even more fun when I get to play with your head, making you think someone's behind you. Well, there is no one behind you, love. Just me watching far away. I remember everything you say and do. I can read your lips well. Every time I go home, I get out my notebook, well, the fifth one already, and just write. Write everything you have said and done. I know where you go every day. You're tied to the chair. I'm staring at you now my love. Closer than ever. I'm smiling.