i wonder about nothing
if i were, if i am
vanish
mercy upon me
if i were, if i am
ripe
to finally let you take care of me
needing you
reckoning
i am nothing, if not difficult
mercy, i wish i wasn’t
as i am now, i’ve got nothing
but spoiled milk
if i were to love you
i wouldn’t know how
having you need me
wanting to take care of you
seems doomed from the start
the cord that holds us
as strong as it may be
rips me in half, withal i wish to implode
to swallow myself whole
lack of hold
Imagine : tu as 13 ans. Tu célèbres la victoire du club de ton cœur, le @PSG_inside. Et tu perds un œil parce qu’un policier a choisi de tirer au LBD depuis son véhicule pour disperser des jeunes dont le seul tort était de fêter un titre.
Je saisis le @Procureur93.
Indigenous leaders of La Paz, Bolivia: We don't want dialogue or negotiation with those who have our blood on their hands, we'll be at the barricades until the President is gone.