I am seven and it's nineties
Playing outside and it's so dark
No one's waiting me home
I can disappear right into that mute night.
There is a killer prowling around in town -
He won't come to get me,
Wrong time and place.
And maybe you're that killer
Or maybe that killer is me.
What's the point of playing if it's dark?
But I'm playing,
I'm not quitting.
1995
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