I wanna hide my face away from the crowd,
Keep myself in a closet for now.
You ask me why I've closed my windows against the sun,
Well, I'll tell you why...
The dark is a friend, a strange friend nevertheless,
The dark is like a chest, holding all my secrets, keeping my pain in check.
You don't wanna know the things I've done,
The dark is like a cloak making me invincible,
Shielding me from the glaring rays of the sun.
I'm not proud of my weakest moments, places where my fingers have been and my hands have gone,
Neither do I wanna tell of the hidden things my eyes see ever since I've adjusted to seeing in the dark.
It's not just for you, you ought to be untainted,
But if you stain a little, it ought to be able to come off,
Not the kind that makes you reek of filth , and you spray yourself with a perfume of guilt.
So, I'll close the shutters a little tighter,
Spread my curtains a little wider,
Snuggle under my blanket a little better,
Shut my mouth a little longer,
And pat the other side of my bed for the dark a little softer.
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