Bonjour
I tried it, I liked it.
It's not hard to be anything for anyone but meYou already lost it in this conversationQuestions, repeating questions, repeating answersIt all ends the sameHolds the question, and I'll replyForget this problem, face in mineIt's only poetry, but that's beside the factYou're standing next to me, another corner fine to feeIt's only cheap plastic wine, slowly waiting to catch fireAnother line, another sign, a different face, a different timeAnd you wait for things to come aroundBut I won't be the only one hanging outAnd you wait for something different you know will never comeI won't be the only one having funAnd you say that things are gonna changeWell I just wait for things to rearrangeAnd you wait for something different, and you swear that you're not doneI hope I'm dead before I touch down
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