He kept on calling
All night through all next morning he kept on calling
He kept on calling
When everytime the phone ring
I kept falling
So shaken by the noise
Yet every second
Trying to balance on my two feet
I anwser the phone
I get dial tone
I begin bawling like a baby
This was all too strange for me
Then all of a sudden a knock on the door
I head down the stairs
I slowly reach for the door knob
It gently opens
And to my suprise it was a man dressed in black
Who was wearing a mask
He was holding a knife in his left hand
I was stunned for 10 seconds
Then he swung at me
And I was down
On the floor bleeding like crazy
And I was so afraid
Why didn't I call the cops?
He kept on calling
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