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Livin' in the Past
01:33
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447 Words
04:26
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Bad day, with heat to bursting. I listen to people talk while my mind is no longer in my body. I just satisfied to live, leaving the past behind me. The future is more important, the past is full of remorse. If one turns his back, it's cause we must no longer look at him. I'll take my bad habits, which is to express some pain.
I always talk about those who disappoint me, this is sad for those I love, as few as they are. But tonight I can't sleep, I took a blow to morale, like a blow to the head. And fuck, I try not to think about it, but it's still in my head.
No more messages, more calling, I'll never see your face and hear your voice anymore. I hate to write this, I don't like to be like that. I still can't realize then, that everything was more or less well. How could you disappear without warning? I really hate you for having definitively erased all traces of you. Separating our roads for mine ends in a ravine.
And I try to find the rest, in my mine, but I stay awake.
And fuck, now I can't longer sleep, I still speculate. My brain is running too fast, it will be detonated. Or maybe it's my heart. It undergoes a too big pressure since he met you. It's true that all this seems silly and uninteresting, especially as there is little chance that I disclose the facts, or even an identity. Because I'm an asshole, but I have limits. The more I write, the more I enter in a dark phase.
The sad part is gradually engulfed in blackness of ink, bloodied by terrible remorse of not being up to par. Or just for hate that I feel for you, for your actions, and your inability to make decisions. But you didn't even have the courage to assume things in the front of me. You lied to me, you lied to yourself, you did rise to an inquendescente flame. This same flame that you turn off by the coldness of your words. I don't like the way things happen in these texts, I may become aggressive if I don't stop now. It's late, the city sleeps, the sun is even almost about to get up.
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Clock Tickin'
04:25
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Hi, I'm a lie, they call me happiness, but all you do is cry. You thought life was simple, but it's ruthless.
I have a goal is to take you where you would be the happiest. But for that, I gotta let you go through the subsoil of hell. The taste of despair, you do feel deserted, in order to return by your own means. And only then I could give you arms, and about happiness, you'll hold hand.
Life is an hourglass, with only four grains of sand. The first falls so fast that you don't remember the half of time that happened. The second makes you switch into an hard period, where you have to constantly prove yourself to get out of it. School, work, housing, friends, love, everything is complicated, until the third grain. You go through a crisis, a change in the second half of your life has just begun. You're comfortably seated. At point you'll lose your energy, your motivation, your rapture. But when the last grain falls, you go to dust after merging with the armchair of your living room. End of chapter.
Life has just begun, but the end is not too far.
She could end by gun, or simply kill for who you are.
Hi, I'm a man, they call you happiness, but all you do is make me cry. I thought life was simple, but it's ruthless.
You had a goal, to take people where they would be the happiest. But instead of that, you let us go through the subsoil of hell. I've got the taste of despair, I just feel deserted, I think I can't return by my own means. And to hold me in your arms, happiness, I need you give hand.
Life is an hourglass, with only four grains of sand. I dont' speak for everyone, my life is mine, your life is yours. I don't take a stand. But I think, if you look back your life with regrets, it's just because of your choices. Good or bad, they're just makes you feel eternal. But you forgot that the time passes. Yeah it's true that time is running out. You only see things you've done, but it's behind you. While the main thing is to look to the future, the time you've left is often more precious than all the moments you spent. Life is short. And even when you're just a little bit unlucky. But go out, screw, don't look behind you or in front of, live the moment now. Off !
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Young
02:06
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I think I'm just a punk ! Maybe it's horrible !
Who I am 4 real ? I need priest ? I'll make a list. I'm a punk or a beast?
I wanna know, I wanna say, I wanna scream ! I wanna pray, I wanna hear, I wanna sing ! I wanna jump up to the top, I wanna run until I win.
I wanna play with my guitar and my bass until my fingers R worn. I'm just a man, I'm just a boy, I'm just a lil' bit an asshole.
I'm just a guy who makes music, who wanna play until 2 sweat. I wanna kiss, I wanna fuck and havin' fun. No matter who you R, I'm just a punk.
I think I'm just a punk ! I don't care abou' all !
Maybe I'm horrible ! Sex, Music, and Alcohol !
I think I'm just a punk ! I don't care about ya !
Don't want ur fuckin' drug ! Lemme live 'cause I'm young !
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The Unbelievable Ginger France
Rock&Rap - French Artist
Influenced by :
RATM | The Black Keys | Shaka Ponk | Eminem | Royal Republic | Kasabian | Nekfeu
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