The snow came fluttering down
Covering the orange lamplight,
As the cold night air caught my breath
I began to panic there was no escape.
I ran further down the alleyway
I could hear my heart thumping,
As I stopped for a brief moment
Behind me I could hear footsteps.
Oh my God I thought I'm going to die
This alleyway was blocked off,
I tried to scream but my voice was silent
My legs felt like lead and wouldn't move.
His footsteps were getting closer and closer
I had nothing to protect myself,
Then a voice from the shadows
Echoed right through my brain.
I was trembling all over
He said what's the matter lady?
There's no need to run from me
I just want to give you back
Your purse you dropped in the high street.
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