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I sit, I watch, I wait
I feel, I hurt in pain.
I listen, I'm mute, always unheard.
Only a few understand this in vain.
I hunt, I'm outcasted, I'm popular.
I am empty, I have no heart,
I have no means to go to a bar.
My soul with you seems apart.
Just like a creature of the dark,
I sometimes feel as if it's my truth,
To be one of the night, hunting in your park,
the one with fangs, that no one believes.
I crave the friendship and truest love,
I want you to feel in the clouds above,
But it seems we are falling forever down,
And it all started when we moved to your families town.
Back to my dark place I may go,
Where people at least know who I am,
But running wont help, it will only make you slow,
I just know, that I will be feeling alone.
Just like a creature of the dark,
I sometimes feel as if it's my truth,
To be one of the night, hunting in your park,
the one with fangs, that no one believes.
I am empty, but headed to the light.
I feel that darkness, but I do not see it,
I want that empty darkness to come out,
But that empty darkness, is in the light.
Just like a creature of the dark,
I sometimes feel as if it's my truth,
To be one of the night, hunting in your park,
the one with fangs, that no one believes.
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