i know someone who's so fucking whipped

it's so fucking pitiful

but i know know something he doesn't know:

the stars are all held up with poles

she saved his life and he rewarded her

with all his fortune in gold and jewels

she cut his throat 'cause after that

he wasn't worth a god damn thing

he died with a smile as his shirt

got soaked and dark
he had nothing and so and so on
it was just no one now, too
nothing hurt

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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