Dark

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I know your there, I can feel you.
Go away! Not today! I’ve got things to do!
I’ll know in a second, what way you’ll go,
tipping the balance
Between high or low.

I can’t explain you, they don’t know,
Why I’m flying around the room
or ignoring the status quo.

I don’t know where you came from,
Or when you even arrived,
Because, instead of learning how to live,
I’m struggling to survive.

Ahh, it’s you, I know this routine
I’m talking faster and slightly over keen.

You’re not as bad as your alter ego,
He’s dark and mean and vacant…

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