Even when I am far, far away,

I am still bothered by you.

Even when I close and lock my gate,

you still burst through it like a herd of cows,

trampling over me with your hooves.

What will it take for me to get free?

Maybe I should fall off the face of this Earth.

It's called me, before.

No...you might come after me.

Even if I travel miles and miles,

you still light matches in my head.