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Mr/Ms

Good evening, mister, madam
Today, I say all to you
I prefer speaking to you with 'you'
Because I dislike the 'You'
I find that makes you older
And me, I want to remain young
A boy for life
Without hankerchieves, nor shouts
So go ahead, I say all to you
On the drama I live
Every day, in hell
That's where I live
I'd want to leave
Escape far from all
Of that crazy world
And go I don't know where
 
This world strangle me, crush me and burn me
Destry me, it prevents me from living in my bubble
So, I would leave
Far from all, just escape
Let me run far away
Letting this world to ban
 
If God says that the suicide is a sin then
He has to say how I leave, without harming him
He has to change me into that doctors call it "mad"
And so maybe I will see in the blur
 
So, dear Mister T
Help me, love me
Me, I can't do it
In this world that I see
In this world on fights
Where the Man is just a brute
Where Love is nothing anymore
Only quarrels and altercations
I'd write to me a world
A planet only for me
A planet on which
I feel myself
A start over, without chains
With no hate
A planet on which
You'll give me wings
 
A new universe
Where the tears, the pains
Would be just a myth
Only one fucking urban legend
So, let me leave
Say to me how escape
Enough asked questions
Let me, I want to leave all
 
The only thing I love
In your creation : man
That's he can dream every night, like kids
Whatever we're old, young, bad
Nice, or also ugly
We've the right of dreaming, without even anything in the pockets
 
Beggar, I implore the night
I beg for hope
But the night is stingy
Madam, keep her morphia
Because I didn't pay
Or perhaps, not enough
Born from shabby parents
She refuses me the moon
 
Since of course, in this world
We can't live with these numbers
That your children have changed into naughty monsters
Every month you earn them
Every day you lose them
The bill is hard
I give the bill back, I leave hell
 
That's right, I confess I may be defeated
I confess, I assume
The life is eating me with a bad bitter taste
Then, listen to me shouting
Vomit all my guts
In this sound that tell the live in a pessimistic way
 
I'm feeling alone, fuck !
Nobody holds my hand
No one to share this glory with, fuck
I'm walking alone on a way
Which seems to be without tomorrow
I go faster but nobody waits for me a the end
 
So, every night I drink
I'm getting drunk
In order to forget,that finally
The success gets you alone
Few friends, few life
I'm vacuum-closed
Many ennemies, no more going out
God, I need a guide
 
Some buffoons will say
That I abuse, I'm going too far
But fuck those assholes
Cause I'm young and I'm struggling
In my head it's a mess
Who has switched the light off ?
Mummy, I don't see clear anymore
I need some light
 
First it's happiness
When you give to your heart
To eat one love
That soothes your pains
You forget your misfortune
But, finally, it's just a bait
In this idiotics' generation, full of liars
 
One time the heart broken
No need to call it
Loneliness arrives
It comes fast to find you
It doesn't wait for you to open, no !
It comes in without knocking
Your blues' strikes are for it a snack to eat
 
So you, who are you ?
Finally, do you know ?
Cause me I don't know who I am anymore, I'm lost
My ambition is large
Hard to satisfy
My happiness taste like a bitter flavor
 
So, mister, madam
I confess, I'm unhappy
And however I live my brat's dream
But that's stronger than me
It misses me again that
That and that over there
Always more, I'm like that !
 
So, I hope one day
I could make love
With a sincere person
Who will not play tricks on me
I'm really fed up
With giving with no return
I'm fed up with loving, me
With no soulmate, that's hard
 
But know all the same,
That on scene, grace to You
I think that I'm far from this crazy world
Cause I write when I'm making a mistake
And I laugh when I'm dancing
And I live when I'm singing
And for all of that, I say to you :
Thank you
 
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