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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