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Karine Redfield – Conspiracy (09-09-08)

Each year it's the same masquerade

I should have been born in October

When some of us should have been a son

Should I just have been a boring normal girl
 

And it's still supposed to be summer time

But it remains so cold inside and outside

I'm getting older now, bored by your boring game

And I'm not a pretty doll despite the bow on my neck
 

You used to be a lost soul, now i'm wandering for you

I'm filling in the blank for there's nothing else to do

And on this perfect day, would i be given the gift i'm longing for

There's nothing left to say, as i'm laying on the floor
 

CH : Happy birthday to myself

I'm a thousand years today

Should i try to revenge

From this conspiracy about me
 

There's nothing like the wind for the ashes staying there

I'm blowing off the candle of an innocent girlfriend

And there's nothing they could do, nothing to make me feel safe

Ignorance is a gift I never take
 

I'm on my way home, darling

But I feel lost in every place I'm staying

I'm getting older now, hurt by your hurting game

And I'm not a pretty doll despite the bow on my neck
 

It was all so easy to fix the others broken stuff

But I don't remember how to do it for my own

And on this perfect day, will you give me what i'm longing for

There's nothing left to stay, as i'm laying naked on the floor
 

CH : Happy birthday to myself

I'm a thousand years today

Should i try to revenge

From this conspiracy about me

 

The End.