When the sun goes down

  • June 19, 2008 at 4:02 AM by Xakana
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Not the best song I've ever written, but I've got music in my head and annoyance in my muse...

 

When the Sun Goes Down 

You have your stereotypes
I'll have my friends
There's not a box big
enough for us to fit in
Yours can pretend
to be what they're not
and I'll be hated
because I shared my thought

I'm not alone
when the sun goes down
I am still warm
when the sun goes down
I am alive
when the sun goes down
I am still me
when the sun goes down

but who are you?

I'm not a fantasy
I'm not your game
and when it falls down
I won't know your name
I don't wake or
sleep for you
we're on our own time
so none of us do
you can't make us clones

and I'm not alone
when the sun goes up
I am still warm
when the sun goes up
I go to sleep
when the sun goes up
I am still me
when the sun goes up

but when are you?


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Written in response to people who aren't different who insist they know more about what it's like to be someone like me than I do. Written in response to the people horrified by the nocturnal people and that we won't fit in for them. It's about being a lot of things that aren't what's expected. And it's about how wrong other people are about what it's like being that different. It's about not being someone I'm not--and not having to sacrifice anything because of it.

(c)2008

Tags: song, poem, human nature, different

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