you're writing all your tragedies to make sure they won't repeat again
in the black book, on the bluest ink
but again, it has happened and you just don't know why
he asked me bout plans in the train on my way home
i said "not that i know of, i think i have none"
he gave me that weird smile,
a smile that looked like satisfaction
and I have no idea why
he called me last morning and he called me today
i looked at my cellphone and left it ringing away
pardon me for being rude here but i have my own reasons
hurry, hurry up love, i'm jumping on the next train
hurry up, now, love, i want to get away
leave all your possessions, i'll be leaving you soon
and i'm jumping on the next train
because i want to get away
you're writing all your tragedies
to make sure they won't repeat again
in the black book, but now on the reddest ink
it has happened and you just don't know why
*future song
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