You might think you know me
You know me in and out
I'm just a mortal man
And I don't really shout
Non of that is true
But you ain't dumb
You'll just know me how I am
When the moon has come
When the moon's there
Things will start to change
When the moon's there
I'll be doing strange
Things all night
All night
Not right
All night
I'm rare
I fight
YOU ARE READING
Leftovers
PoesíaLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart
