Tell Him - by GVG.Creations

[Verse 1] The streets were loud, but Karrix mind stayed quiet, Hands in pockets, he drifted through the riot. Time had passed; his reflection had changed, But the man's eyes lingered, potent and strange. [Pre-Chorus] Why does he watch? What does he see? Can I let him catch... Me? [Chorus] A glance that burns, it pulls me in, A gaze that knows where I have been. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I don't have whatever he's looking) It’s not anger, not pity, not fear, But something I can’t name—so near, so clear. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I'm not good at this type of thing) [Verse 2] At first, he thought it was nothing at all, Just a man handling stock by the market wall. But the searching looks—they wouldn’t relent, And now they lived in his mind, unbent. [Pre-Chorus] Why does he watch? What does he see? Can I let him catch... Me? [Chorus] A glance that burns, it pulls me in, A gaze that knows where I have been. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I don't have whatever he's looking) It’s not anger, not pity, not fear, But something I can’t name—so near, so clear. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I'm not good at this type of thing) [Instrumental] [Bridge] Every step, those eyes remain, Through the alleys, they call my name. I don’t want this; it’s too much to take, But still, I wonder—what will it make? [Chorus] A glance that burns, it pulls me in, A gaze that knows where I have been. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I don't have whatever he's looking) It’s not anger, not pity, not fear, But something I can’t name—so near, so clear. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I'm not good at this type of thing) [Instrumental] [Chorus] A glance that burns, it pulls me in, A gaze that knows where I have been. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I don't have whatever he's looking) It’s not anger, not pity, not fear, But something I can’t name—so near, so clear. (Someone tell him, tell him, tell him, I'm not good at this type of thing)