l'oncle Qui Se Souciait Trop [The Uncle Who Cared Too Much] -Alphard Black

The Roses are Wilting 

The Violets are Dead 

I let you in my Heart 

And you messed up my Head

I pretend to be happy for you

You fill my mind with Lies

But in the end we both forget

That our stories are written in our Eyes

I am different

And I'm a whole new game

I am not a people's person anymore

And I am certainly not sane 

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