Poems For Laila Hold On (loveletter To A Razorblade)
Never, ever, always love you right
I´ve been a fool for my own pains
is anything myself deny
but anything but wise those day
So I´ve been talking to you, razorblade
my tender faithful boy
when I put my arm around your edge
what an overwhelming joy
I should write my biography
a billion copies would be fine
and put them under christmas trees
so that children learn to cry
What a wonderful, amarvellous
incredible idea
everybody´ll know my name
sunglasses I must wear
Hold on, my friend, hold on right
I wanna leave it all behind
Hold on, my friend, hold on tight
I wanna leave it all behind
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If I´m dead with sixtyfour
noone will remember my name
I won´t die rich, I won´t die sad
I will just die
And if I´m dead with sixtyfive
I don´t care if anyone remembers me
I won´t die poor and not to sad
I will just die
I will just die