Title: In Your Peripheral

Title: In Your Peripheral Yeah... you probably think I'm crazy. But you don't get it. You don't see it. I'm the only one who actually sees you. Verse 1 (The Obsessed – frantic, layered rhymes): I've got the timestamps of every like, every glance I read your three-year-old tweet like a trance And I swear that slow-mo blink was a sign, a romance Not a chance you ignore me, I've mapped out your plans I know your Starbucks order, your parking spot, second floor I was the "wrong number" text – you smiled, I wanted more You don't know my name but I'm the shadow in the door I'm the reason that your ex got that flat tire, what a chore And I'm not mad, I'm just... invested You leave a hairpin drop, I collect it Your whole world is carbon, but I'm the defect That'll perfect the wreckage, yeah, you need to respect it. Chorus (The Obsessed – melodic, strained, like early Rihanna hook): You don't get to walk away, not today I built a cage out of everything you say Say my name, even if it's just to scream I'd rather be your nightmare than a forgotten dream And you'll tell your friends I'm a psycho And you'd be right… but I'm your psycho So go on, block the number, change the locks I'll just wait outside the clock Verse 2 (The Target – cold, slow-burn Rihanna flow): Let me get this straight – you broke into my car To leave a note? That's a different kind of art You know my heartbeat from three blocks away? That's not devotion, boy, that's a DNA decay I've got no empathy left for your fantasy You're not in love with me, you're in love with what you need to see A ghost, a doll, a trophy on your mental shelf So let me make it clear: I'm terrifying by myself I don't owe you my trauma, my time, or my pity You're not the star of my story – this ain't your city Chorus (Target version – belted, defiant): You don't get to walk away? Watch me today I'll set a fire through everything you say You want my name on your lips? Here's the souvenir I'll scream it in a restraining order, crystal clear Bridge (Olivia Rodrigo – spoken, crying-while-smiling): And the worst part? (laughs) The actual worst part isn't the stalking or the lies It's that you'll rewrite this in your head And by tomorrow, you'll believe That I was the one who led you on. And isn't that pathetic? She thinks she's free. She blocked me on three phones. But I know her neighbor's Wi-fi password. I've cloned her ringtone. She'll be at the grocery at 7 PM And I'll be the stranger who "accidentally" grabs the same gem Lettuce. Organic. She smiled at the cashier but not me. That's okay. I'll just wait. Final whisper (Rihanna-style ad-lib over fading beat): Get help. For real. Get help.