That
night, I met that boy
Quiet
boy
Crazy
boy
Seated
by my side
Crazily
awaked
He was
mourning about his demons:
Some
people hide their darkness
Same
people show them of
Some
people fall into them
Some
people try to deny and run
Me? I
entertain my darkness
My
demons live in a castle
wanting
for nothing,
they
have all they ask for living
When
they claim to go outside
I keep
them busy, inside
Every
time it takes a bit more of dirty shit, but I keep doing it
Cause
I better be a pervert
than a
lost boy.
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