Un Sale Égoïste

I thought I wanted to proclaim my vulnerability to the population, you
Suppose we tried to see what that felt like
Suggested poems about the strength of a dark imagination
Yeah, I know I can be so hard to understand

Hard to interpret right
Hard to understand
The secret lies in secrecy
I don't want to worry now

Place it on my shoulder, a firm hand with no remarks of affirmation here
I sought inspiration in morbid places
Misanthropic wonders on the bored

Hard to interpret right
Hard to understand
The secret lies in secrecy
I don't want to worry now



Credits
Writer(s): This City Called Earth
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