It was a long time ago,
At school, I was dying,
He came there to sing,
And to take a bow.

I re-write all my story,
With my imaginary friend,
And when my time ascend,
He did share his glory.

I played baseball on his song,
And had to learn speaking English,
Guess it’s the curse with the British,
Which he is all along.

I was playing Violin
I fell for a strange and mad star,
With his glittering red guitar,
Slowly getting under my skin.

Ten years later, just the same,
Dark hair and deep blue eyes,
The Knights of Cydonia will arise,
And the music is not to blame.

I sang in my old story,
For the City of Delusion,
My friends come to the conclusion,
That he is as mad as me.

Don’t leave me out to die,
You’re the greatest guy.

Written in the Pub Ollie’s.
My story, in French : ‘Résistance’.
Copyright © 2023 by Alisone DAVIES – All rights reserved.

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