Passer ton visage à tabac; qu'enfin plus personne n'en veuille.

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Bipolaire.

Fallait-il donc que les gens s'éloignent pour que l'on se rende compte de la place qu'ils prenaient dans nos vies?

Marc Lévy.

Heavens in my hand
Nothing to pretend
How I miss you

Heavens upon me
I don't wanna be
Nothing left to lose

Trying to forget
That we ever met
How I miss you

I'm a fake with blood in my hands
I'm the loneliest person in chains
And into the end alone
The shine in your eye is gone

What the hell am I doing here?
In the world only myself to fear
I'm heading to the end alone
The shine in your eye is gone

I'm sorry that I hurt you babe
Babe we were just who we are
Hey hey hey now the shining eye is gone
Hey hey hey and they're like the harvest stone

Heading to the end
I just need your come
Help me baby
Standing on the edge
Looking for a sign
Of where I went on
Too much in my veins
And now I'm gone
Don't you baby ?

In blood we will go in
we're eveything, times to times
I don't know, I don't care
If it's real, I'm not there

Cause in the world you find peace
And in you, you find me
I suppose you're okay
But you don't mind if I stay

Sister don't cry for me
Then that could be worst
I am with my friends
You're the only brothers left

Burning and burning and breathing the spirit of God
That's fallen upon us
Lost in the silence, breaking down heaven's door
We're killing the lambs

Sister don't cry for me
Then that could be worst
I am with my friends
You're the only brothers left

Burning and burning and breathing the spirit of God
That's fallen upon us
Lost in the silence, breaking down heaven's door
We're killing the lambs

Tearing on heaven's door
We're killing the lambs

Breaking on heaven's door,
We're killing the lambs

We're killing the lambs

C'est lorsque l'on trébuche que l'on comprend enfin que la course est finie, qu'on a tout perdu. Aurais-je du la commencer plus tôt ou ne jamais m'y risquer ?