Put four bullets to his chest
Now that they locked me in
I have no regrets
I am a bad apple
I am the black sheep
I am a child with no father
I just wanted the attention of the crowd
I just wanted to feel alive
To taste the salted sea
To touch the woman I love
To drink some wine
To lie in the hot sun
But I cannot feel anything
I came to this world a stranger
I am leaving this world like one
The only think I wish
Is when they execute me
The crowd is going to shout with hate towards me
That’s what I deserve
Nothing less nothing more.
(Inspired by the great book “The Stranger” by Albert Cammy. Strongly recommended to anyone who has not read it)
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