Canicule

By HunterS

On Promises

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Well, can’t you see the sun is coming down?

Now, there’s nothing left lighting up your town

Can’t you see this rose has turned to black

Once filled with bright colours that will never come back

I can say I’m happy

I’ll make my life, my own history

And I know, this is how it must be

I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me

Oh! Won’t you please dry these tears and stop wasting your

Time

Well, can’t you hear the sounds at night

When your soul is searching for a light?

Can’t you hear this boat through the waves

When these moments of misery, they don’t seem to fade…

I can say I’m happy

I’ll make my life, my own history

And I know, this is how it must be

I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me

I can say I’m happy

I’ll make my life, my own history

And I know, this is how it must be

I’ll stop keeping everything inside of me