I: I know I said I’d never do this again but I can’t seem to shake all these fucking voices in my head.
II: And I can’t let anyone in because opening up is considered a sin.
III: My mother always told me to stay away from strangers and to come straight home.
IV: My dad said I should always cross the street of I felt someone was following me.
V: Sometimes there are no signs, no sixth sense to warn you.
VI: He wasn’t a stranger like they said he’d be. He didn’t come jumping out of a bush when he was ready for me.