NAPATSORN TREESAP

I break the house, I left all the rooms empty 
I ask an old man against the shreds of pity thing
How much does it cost? 
How many miles do I have to walk?
How many times do I have to pray to God?
So I don’t have sit here and— lost 
He said “listen, a young girl, 
Life is all the cost
A thousand miles that you have to walk
Against the nail, against the hell, against the tales
At forever cost” 
My kind of reaction, my kind of deception
Going blind in a beautiful black-brown dress 
A black town painted in blue 
A forever gloom pouring with rain 
I was left there 
I was left there alone
I was left there with the dust and stones 
I was left there
Alone

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