The man up front, he stands right there,
I'm pretty sure I know him from somewhere,
His silouette, it seems familiar,
And then he fades away.
He's here again, I see him clearly,
I thought he left last year,
No figure this time, or shadow of dark,
Just a letter.
The letter said more than the shadow of dark,
I feel as if it singed a mark,
The words burned worse than any flame could,
He truely hates me, I'm unwanted.
The man up front, still he stands,
Over my head and in my hands,
I still don't understand why I care about him.
The man up front, he strikes again,
Now I know he's not my friend,
This relationship has me splitting ends,
I can't deal with it anymore.
The man up front,
I pushed him out,
I thought he would never go away,
Now I will never let anyone stay.
I closed the door,
It will never open,
I locked it only a few hundred times,
Now I'm stuck forever.