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On The Floor
When I look at my room
I think there's a problem
When I see all the mess
My life is in front of me
I got nothing to express
My sofa bed looks like a wreck
I lost track of reality
Still haven't unpacked my suitcase
Even my escape was a failure
Tobacco and weed on the furnitures
Empty bottles in my closet
I live as if I were forty years old
I'm only good at being walked over
That's why I slept on the floor
I'm only good at being walked over
That's why I slept on the floor
Smoking out of the window
Watching the world freezing
My dreams are bleeding
Heavy feelings like my portmanteau
Pilled clothes, I can't see clear
Some perfume to hide the smell
Show that all is well
You just need to look around here
To learn about me
These pictures of dead idols
Stuck on my armoir
What if I had choosen the wrong path
Nobody wanted to let me go
That's why I stayed on the floor
Nobody wanted to let me go
That's why I stayed on the floor
Published 26th Jul 2013
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