At two thirty in the night
A strange thing happens
Strange thoughts jump out of your head
They appear in the shape of a little man
He tips his hat to you
Says "how did you do today"
If you reply good he nods and disappears
If you reply bad he stays with you through the night
He tears your life appart and says tomorrow will never come
He disappears in the morning
And comes back every night
At two thirty
Nov 16, 2021
Nov 16, 2021 at 9:26 PM UTC
At two thirty in the night
A strange thing happens
Strange thoughts jump out of your head
They appear in the shape of a little man
He tips his hat to you
Says "how did you do today"
If you reply good he nods and disappears
If you reply bad he stays with you through the night
He tears your life appart and says tomorrow will never come
He disappears in the morning
And comes back every night
At two thirty
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