Saturday, January 22, 2011

you know how things go when i really like something



je ne veux pas travailler (i don't want to work)

My room is like a prison
The sun's rays bar the window
Hunters are at my door
Like little soldiers
Who wants to take me away

I do not want to work
I do not want to eat
I just want to forget him
And then smoke (a cigarette)

I already knew the scent of love
A million roses don't smell so sweet
[because] Now a single flower in among them
Makes me sick.

I do not want to work
I do not want to eat
I just want to forget him
And then smoke (a cigarette)

I am not proud of it
Life, which wants to kill me
It is wonderful to be sympathetic
But I don't know how.

I do not want to work
I do not want to eat
I just want to forget him
And then smoke (a cigarette)

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