if you said you didn't want me to die

i wouldn't believe you

not with that knife in your hand

if you said that you believe in you and i

i might believe you

but i wouldn't understand

i'm trying to remember when something mattered

and what that something was

people tell themselves stuff like

they're living with the emperor

and there's no knees to the head

i haven't figured out what to tell myself yet

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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