𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗. Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴇϙᴜɪɴᴏx ғᴀʟʟs

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i wanna strike the person who look at me in the mirror
and i wanna hug them at the same time (it's gonna be okay)
i wanna destroy their stupid smile who's their armor
and i wanna make their future sublime (we'll take a better way)

i wanna butcher all the world sometimes
and look it get devoured by fire
occasionally wanna commit some crimes
yeah, i clearly lost the wire

i wanna live in an illusion
dreams are the best pain killers
and don't have any conclusion
dreams are the worst pain healers

i speak to the satellites when the night comes
i won't stop being a weird paradox
i love when my problems and my laugh are the last ones
and life's smile when falls the spring equinox

𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐗 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐄́𝐀𝐍𝐓 ⸺ poèmes & textesOù les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant