NAPATSORN TREESAP

I preserved what we called a dream
I floated all the glimpse of the rainy disaster 
I caught you in a pain of the marvelous insaner
I breathed in a smoke of my sin
Infinity failure 

A mailbox of a self-destroyer
I sent a downfall letters to a cold damn grave
I kissed a thousand excuses just to be down in my own vein
I’ll be a damsel, I’ll be a girl

I hold an escape of a traveler
Does it make them pay for what I deserve?
I heard them saying there’s a girl sitting across the border 
I heard them pray and go

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