Sometimes I walk at night all alone.
He follows me home.
He follows me home.
Sometimes he speaks in mumbles and moans.
I mimic his tone,
Repeating his poem.
Wraps up my hand and leads me to his throne.
Forever we roam,
Forever we roam.
He tells me one day, we'll share a soul.
And now I know...
That this is my home.
So, Creepers, what did you think? Its great, right?? Right?? I know.
-Paige.
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