Your Murderer
this city I already know
I've been dying on it since forever
I killed every bit of illusion here
I was bad and I was naive and I was good
there is no street that hasn't made me cry
the trees serve as witnesses
they saw me dodging the assassins
that finally killed my dreams
it's not that I gave up
I just got tired and now it's too late
maybe come back in another incarnation
when I intend to be a fierce executioner
and not the inconsequential victim
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