Open Book

Pictures kept on the fridge
what’s left in the backstage?
We’ve found a way to go through
by a never-said word, only you
chose to save your empty freedom

Come to me, now, try it
I’m an open book, now, see it
Want you to come over
or just leave and grow up lonely?

Anger is a sweet feeling
thank you for letting me knowing
that you’re the unpredictable king
of this shit you’ve done to me

And this is the perfect moment I gain
your tears on your cheeks in vain
with words like smoke
light up your ignorance
now, see it
now, try it
and burn it

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