i got shot in the face times

it gave me the gift to write strong rhymes

i spent my whole life waiting in long line

it game the time to get good at lying

something happened

your hands wrapped too tight

your fingers pressed in too hard

the face started to look strange

the lips pursed and you didn't know

what it was

but something bright what was bright

got dull

the world was made of stick and stones

your heart was broke - your soul alone

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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