Yeah
Another strange night
Where I make music ok
Another strange night
Where I make music until four o'clock
Without having written a line
I have ideas that die
When sadness redraws itself
I think I've never been proud of myself
I only recently learned that one could be loved
I find it so hard to believe that I ignored everything
Under the vlog clip I read Dali I love you
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At that moment a surge of hatred
It's funny to be so distant
It's a matter of trust or character
I maintain no relationships and I feel my body melting
When I think about it, it's as if I weighed ten kilos
And my chest was hit by a dozen planes
I spend my time starting over, starting over, repeating
Everything I do
With this hope of moving forward
I don't go out anymore, I fall asleep in class
I don't sleep anymore, I'm obsessed like a madman
I have images that I can't push away, a leather shawl, a red bathtub
I think about myself, I think about my name
I put away my faith when my shadow comes
I'm a little hurt in my reason
I've slipped everything into my sounds
It's too weird I'm too weird
I'm obsessed with things
That my imagination has put in place
I live with permanent regrets
Things that wreck my voucher
When I have negative thoughts
I run to a window and kiss my hand to the sky
It's too weird I'm too weird
I'm used to telling people
That at my place everyone is dead
And that I won't make it past thirty
My favorite reaction is when they laugh
Convinced that it's jokes
Convinced that I'm talking nonsense, it's convenient
But it drives me crazy when they stare at me
Worried
And they tell me we care about you
Who do they think they are, they seem so arrogant
I'm convinced that people don't like me after all
That they're there for one reason or another
That purity does not exist
And they'll let me go when they see one of my flaws
That they're less than nothing who only live for God's forgiveness
Are they really bastards to that point
Where did I see myself in their eyes
I get angry all by myself when someone wants to take care of me
I can do everything all by myself
I can fuck the world
I can fold everything
I'm the best of all
In the left hand bottle of Jack
On my right the compassion in the eyes of a friend who just wanted to take care of me
I need to go home
In a big white notebook
I write a few songs scribbling
I strive to put a little love in the dark
A little smile in the sound
Another strange night, where I make music until four o'clock
This time I wrote a few lines
I think about myself, I think about my name
I put away my faith when my shadow comes
I'm a little hurt in my reason
I've slipped everything into my sounds

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