The Dark

I know what the dark is like
It's a place to run and hide
Not a place to ride a bike
It's where we all cried

This is the place i like to think
Is a place to call my home
No one here likes pink
And everyone is alone

People come here
To be left alone
Some even drink beer
And never talk on the phone

The dark
Is a place i call my own
In the dark
I am all alone