Sienna

I miss my love, I miss my cell,
I hope you’ll see my dirty hell.

I like the snow, I like the sky,
I think it’s true, that peace is lie.

I want be doll, I want be freak,
But I can’t fly, cause I am weak.

I hate your clouds, I hate your sun,
I’d cut my wings, but save my gun.

I guard my game, I guard my laugh,
I’ll see your death and that’s enough.

I killed my laugh; I killed your sun,
And went away, cause it is fun.


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