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Tres Noir

To kill or be killed

Self-harm or be healed

A whole life to rebuild

Once my secrets revealed

Once every letters unsealed

And I’m exposed in the field

Of battle

Chest burns, head murked

Death rattle

Can’t handle the back and forth in my mind

The tit for tattle

And I’m sorry mama

I didn’t mean to fucking hurt you

I know you did your best and you tried to teach me virtue

“Just do it already

Why’s your hand so unsteady ?

And your stomach upsetti ?

And your breath so damn heavy ?

I thought you couldn’t wait to be dead B!”

Sunrise, sunset

In her eyes, I bet

If she found me like that she would never forget

And I’d be gone but if ghosts are real

I’d be the biggest ghost of regret

I mean even now I hate to see her upset

My little curly brunette

Growin up without a mother

She’d feel abandoned without me

Because she already thinks her father doesn’t love her

She has no sister nor brother

I’d hate to haunt her and find her desperately searching for me

By jumping lover to lover

So as painful as it is

That’s why I have to recover

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