Trouba Dores is dead

Trouba Dores is dead, please consider that My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk Or emptied some dull opiate to drains One minute past, and lethe-wards had sunk:‘tis not through envy of thy happy lot, but being too happy in thine happiness, was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep?

You used to say please leave me on my own, lipstick makes you look like a NY Doll, I met a guy who looks like a girl “please meet us at 3 o’clock on my floor” I have a girl, she looks like a man I don’t know why I’m still trying to understand, I’m trying hard to make her self-portraits, But In few days I’ve lost all my faith I get ready

I get that Trouba Dores is dead, and now you have to consider that I feel so alone in the bed cause now Trouba Dores is dead

Miss Herpes can’t bear me, I snored all night long Drug dealers and flyers on the road Trying to sell you and emotion through a hole, A rush and a push I skip them both,But the guy who looks like a girl,for convenience I just call him J.J. Pearl, I was not there, I had forgotten to go to that place Trouba Dores, now I see your face! I get that Trouba Dores is dead, and now you have to consider that I feel so alone in the bed cause now Trouba Dores is dead.