shadow


it copies me it copies me
it talks to me it talks to me
it follows me it follows me
whenever i run it runs with me
whenever i sit it sits with me
it copies me it copies me
but when it turns dark
it leaves me it leaves me
i know it is afraid of dark
i know it is afraid of dog`s bark
i know it is afraid of night
i know it is afraid of horror`s sight
that`s why when it turns dark
it leaves me it leaves me
the sun rises up again
no fear in the vein
consuming the pain
it talks to me again
it follows me again
whatever i do, it copies me again

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