Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathay (French: [al.fʁɛd də my.sɛ]; 11 December 1810 – 2 May 1857) was a French dramatist, poet, and novelist. Along with his poetry, he is known for writing the autobiographical novel La Confession d'un enfant du siècle (The Confession of a Child of the Century).
Musset was born in Paris. His family was upper-class but poor and his father worked in various key government positions, but never gave his son any money. His mother came from similar circumstances, and her role as a society hostess – for example her drawing-room parties, luncheons and dinners held in the Musset residence – left a lasting impression on young Alfred.
Early indications of Musset's boyhood talents were seen by his fondness for acting impromptu mini-plays based upon episodes from old romance stories he had read. Years later, elder brother Paul de Musset would preserve these, and many other details, for posterity, in a biography on his famous younger brother.
Alfred de Musset entered the lycée Henri-IV at the age of nine, where in 1827 he won the Latin essay prize in the Concours général. With the help of Paul Foucher, Victor Hugo's brother-in-law, he began to attend, at the age of 17, the Cénacle, the literary salon of Charles Nodier at the Bibliothèque de l'Arsenal. After attempts at careers in medicine (which he gave up owing to a distaste for dissections), law, drawing, English and piano, he became one of the first Romantic writers, with his first collection of poems, Contes d'Espagne et d'Italie (1829, Tales of Spain and Italy). By the time he reached the age of 20, his rising literary fame was already accompanied by a sulphurous reputation fed by his dandy side.
I promised you delight and heaven opens
come wage my holy war
where every thought is sin
i've been meaning to remove my baby skin tattoo
and i meant to be more kind
well maybe next time
if you come my way
if you come my way
if you come my way
we might feel the same
consequence of rage
if you come my way
i caught you on your knees
my words aren't wasted
you'd love to be realeased without tasting it
ands it's only if you bought what i have sold you
and if everything is fine well maybe next time
and if we go quiet if we can slip through
if i could only think only go unnoticed
if we hide the anger smolder inside
wait my time so quiet
changed my face again so you'll forget me
purified the skin is just a covering
i've been meaning to remove my baby skin tattoo
and i meant to be more kind
and maybe next time
i'll be a friend
and next time they'll be the enemy
and you might find
what you might find