I swear on my life, that something followed me home one night
And it wont leave my side. It sits on my bed at night.
It Follows, It Follows, It Follows.
I feel it inside, it somehow is here but stays out of sight.
No one hears my cries. It whispers my name at night.
It Follows, It Follows, It Follows.
Who am i to complain everythings to suddenly change,
Or all just stay the same? I've never been so scared.
I've never felt so unprepared to close my eyes.
Please don't turn out the light becuase it follows.
It Follows, It Follows, It Follows.