Monday, 29 April 2013



It's the emptiness I feel
When you're done with me

It's the threatening face
When you look at me.

It's the pain that there is
When they talk about my dreams.

It's the colour of the world
On days like these.

It's the glare you think
You can shoot at me.

It's the morning I wake up

It's what my life would be
Without the Kaiser Chiefs;

Noir, j'en ai trop,
You're smothering me.


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