In an old and decrepit high school, a young girl recieves a note from a boy who tries (and fails) to annonymously submit to her the feelings of his love. She laughs, shows her friends, and tosses it in the pile. The next day, there is a new note. And a CD. This is no mere profession of love, but a full on assault against all that is poetic and sacred, against all that is pathetic and trite, against all that is banal, generic, and far too sincere. This is (not Sparta) the Creepy Stalker Love Song.

The roaring of the water
Gently calls your name
Bringing back the memories
Driving me insane

The heartless wind is mocking me
Because you got away
Oh, well, I'll just keep texting
Every minute, every day

I'll ask you what you're doing
And write you crappy songs
And then I might record them just
So you can sing along

Our friendship just goes far too deep
Baby can't you see?
Can't you see that I love you
While you tolerate me

I've pursued for years but I
Have not come empty-handed
I have your hair, your gum,
Your trash all documented

Once I saw you standing
And talking to some friends
They're allowed to talk to you
Oh, babe, I envy them

And girl, oh girl, you ought to know
You're my favourite bass player
Your nimble fingers slapping strings
Stops three of my four chambers

As if I wasn't dead enough
And lying on the floor
You're beauty'd stop the fifth and sixth
But I only have four

Please, oh girl, just say you love me
Give me one more chance
Or I'll bind and gag you in my basement
Until you see some sense.

I remixed this for the fags who were complaining earlier. And it is lyrically creepy, not musically. The drums, unfortunately, are not well mixed because the program I use makes mixing individual drums impractical at best.