Josephine, The Singer


I hope you never read this,
Because hurt comes early this year
And I'll die if you stay here
And you're screaming,
And only in you I confide
I admire you
I admire the sound
I admire the strength you lack in your heart to pull through
When the stars,
Have all burned out,
So will you
We watched it explode before us,
Along with the people and places we took for granted
So long love,
We'll crash and burn
Murder this world,
Before this world murders you
I've spent too much time letting you get away with derailing trains,
Like bombs to planes,
You are the reason for all this
Murder she wrote,
Murder she sang,
Murder was all she could speak
Sing your heart out







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