He's a psychopath,
A stalker,
Reminds me of "A" from Pretty Little Liars,
Got my pictures plastered upon his bedroom wall,
Like a serial killer,
Ain't gon' feel sorry for ya,
Parkinson's ain't gon' save ya,
Look like a slap to the face could break ya,
So I'll shoot bullets with my lips,
and daggers with my eyes,
How dare ya show your face,
Seventeen years and more gone by.