You see me when you look behind,
always watching with keen eyes.
And through my watching I see your flaws,
Studying like a predator on silent paws.
Again you look, and I am still there,
looking as innocent as can be.
But this is one thing I can grantee,
You will fall at the hands of innocent me.
With my victory comes your defeat,
always fear the girl, in the very back seat.

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