Justify when she dies
you've got now to listen
and understand all this shit
a story you now, you're the heroin
and she's counting and counting
all the scars, all my failures
and she's counting and counting
all the time since she's dying
Heal your scars
Stop justify your mistakes
In her mouth, in her breath
In all the poison she has taken
She has tasted, she just trust
In the pills, in the poisoned apple
but it's for her
just a way to feel something strong like death
'coz all preachers
cannot ear the tearing voice in her chest
love is now gone
just need protection and happiness
all she has done
dictated by fear and sadness
always the opposite
of all the promises
dimanche, octobre 01, 2006
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