Most of It

Of course I want to be happy
I'm just like everybody
But every now and then
I'm dancing with my inner devil
He drinks as soon as I get up
Snorting cocaïn's his favourite breakfast
I've heard that they worried for me
When I just want to make the most of it
Inside the house of my brain
There's a secured panic room
Lying on the floor, I picture a woman
Burying down my darkest secrets
But i don't mean to kill myself
I don't wanna die like anyone
But i don't mean to live like them
Even if it's what it takes to apease my mind
I didn't have to be alone
Why did you leave me here?
And discover you lying on the floor
With red drops wetting your ears
I want to find my own special way of dying
And prove that i had lived and not been saved



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Braillard
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