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-Keep the blood on your laid day

said the face behind the mirror mask

Wake yourself up !!

Here they are, my questions to ask

while I m reaching for more air

to dig them out of the sand.

Somewhere else to believe,

we could save our heads

high and gracefully sad

in this mess of haze.

Please,dont you ever try

to crash the ambulance.

Posseder n est rien,

c est jouir qui fait tout

for those who get love through.

When i ask myself about you

its hard to fire up the fuse ;

is it just desire or the truth ?

First day of spring...

He had never known what to bring.

Maybe a wind to roll the dice..

A man's purest dream dies

up against your medley eyes,

honestly fell into your sweet little lies

I want to write down all the hearsays!!

Down to your walls,where we shared our days.

I still wonder the times when i sang

''if anything could ever be this good again''

but you have to promise me to stand

when i say ;

-''i can be the one who lends you a hand''
even though i know you all pretend.

sad but,

now its the end.