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The worst kind of man

I'm trying but I'm dead inside
My sorrow has gone worldwide
A roadkill in disguise
Flowers full of flies

I miss her in black and grey
My misery is here to stay
My rotten heart pumping black tar
She is forgotten art and the northern star
My navigation point
My smile without a joint
But I am the north pole
And I am a black hole
I'm sorry, my sweet little dove
But I'm the worst man you could love

I can't make my past undone
And I can finally see
She'd be a faint light cast upon
The shadow that is me
Like dropping a lit candle into the darkest sea

She is the fire in winter and the summer sunset
I'm wasted and broken with a tragic mindset
Been lost since the day darkness consumed me
Like a needle in the hay and I never knew who to be
But I am the north pole
And I am a black hole

Yeah, I figured out who I am
I'm the worst kind of man




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Publicerad 2017-01-23 23:36



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