You don't look like your child self and you don't act like your child self according to the description on the back of those photographs. And you don't believe your mothers stories that you once regarded life wild and preciously. When I grow up I wanna die.

wen i gro ahp de "chansons survie"

Hello hello sun, you look yello in the sky but after a while the sun has made my skin a different color in my eyes. I'm B-positive my skin is blood red and I mixed up whats in my head with what's instead. But I'm not afraid or disillusioned if things are ever not what they don't seem. I"m always trying to catch up to my dreams. It's my number one priority to complete my final sympathy.

If you continue to give me your time. I'd like to continue to lose my mind It feels to quit asking why. I'm falling hard for you like the sun from the sky.

halo sun de "chansons survie"

I learned to tell stories from my father. He was gifted with an exaggerated memory. That's how he charmed her. The woman I call my mother with lies of being a hero solider in a foreign war like the places he'll never be brave enough to go like giving the truth to his lover. I inherited the soul of a liar. 

My first memory of my daddy he put his hands on my mommy, she was too blood to recognize me and she put that fear in me she was too afraid to speak. 
Oh please baby can you keep this in-between like our feelings.

I think I tapped into my bravery, traded lies for vulnerability, I let you inside me and you let me outside free. Oh please baby can you keep this in-between like our feelings.

So, I'm the hanged man but my tarot card upside down. I'm the dancing clown. You see the jester knew his pain so he was funny everyday. I feel sorry if you trying to be free. In that game you are playing you are faking so start losing. We've all been suffering from the beginning. It was just a name they gave me. A symbol of the empty.

sembull o' t' emptay de "chansons survie"

We speak to forget what we have to say.
We are talking about the twin towers, its the symbol of the age.
You say our destruction is a product of our imagination.
Welcome to the millennium, our most redundant fear is mirrored in civilization's self-defeatism.
The wind coming through pushing us away from facing, we've been tracing, our false optimism
we called out for love, instead we got foreign relations. Our childish positivism, we wanted love, we wanted love we got alienation. What are we to do?

You kiss the side of my face, you try to stay away, from the lips that hold the fire and the mace.
Its a spell I learned for you from Edgar Cayce, just because you were in need.
Because Before you were so heavy, I could not breath, I could not speak, it was not pretty. 
That's why you come to me with your body, because youre a buddhist and want to look inside and feel empty.
You call it our cold war, arms race, to the heaven-scape of our embrace,
you're my analog internet, I always get lost in deep blank disc space,
sweating until we become the same (our singularity).
What am I to do with you?

l'âme

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