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One time with a wild child turned me into a night person.
It shouldn't have been like that, but love makes what it makes.
I looked stupid in their faces, like a no class person.
Something you should never call a humanbeing.
I don't have life, so I hide.
I don't like threads, because I am in my world.
I see what I see.
I am waiting for the light
I am master at not being there.
Its something I learned from older people, when I was a child.
I skipped the good parts in life as a child.
I wished them back when I opened my eyes.
I don't have life, so I hide.
I don't like threads, because I am in my world.
I see what I see.
The coming of something.
I have not looked,
I have just lived a real live.
Just mind your business and wait or move.
Like you know life.
I didn't have life, so I use to hide.
I still don't like threads in my own world.
I saw what I saw,
A dawn for sleep walkers.
DAWN FOR SLEEP WALKERS