Only light
In my decline
I came
Meet you
To be inspired by a drop of nothingness
It's true
br/>Like the good old days
In this dream place
(misery ends)
A prosperous land
(goodbye to my ordeal )
I empty my mind
(now it's clear)
No more addiction
(the path is clear)
Before I shoot at twelve
I exile myself with my twelve
I uncap a little fret
That's the time I I pay the bill
No question of limiting myself
Tonight I'm going to get high
Great need for this foray
To lull myself with illusions
In the absence
Of your comfort
A purgatory
Without redemption
Dâthe pain there is tear off
To claim
My life insurance
Bonyeu!
I push myself
Into the storm
Hoping to live there
When I need air
I will come back to see you

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