Before Hammerfall
I peep at you through my telescope everyday. I watch you come home from work everyday, afterwards you take long baths. I feel like I know everything about you, and I want to meet you. I know it’s creepy but I dream day and night about finally meeting you. I want to buy you gifts because I know all the things you need and want, but I don’t want to have to tell you how I know all of those things. I don’t want to try and come to your door, because I know what would happened after if you let me in. I don’t want to go back to prison.
After Hammerfall
Everything is over. The end of the world is coming and nothing is going to be left. How long am I going to be sitting here in this cell? I am glad you don’t have to suffer through this, that you don’t have to live to see the end of the world, that we got to talk before you died.