The creep

I can’t help feeling like a creep, 

In the end of the day when I go back, 

inside my mind, 

I’m nothing but a black sheep. 

Wearing the white mask,  dancing in the pink field, kissing your feet. 

The snake eats the boy,  I eat the apple. 

The black sheep’s jumping on the field,  

Being so free,  inside the owned farm. 
I can’t help feeling like a creep, 

Creeping out the man’s heart,  

Crawling in the dark,  scaring the shark. 

I can’t help feeling like a creep, 

Who is asking for a happiness that will never be true. 

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