I'm staring at the ceiling thinking of the mayhem happening inside of me
I didn't see you going although you said you will always be beside me
You stole everything, you flee,
How can it be.


Et alors quoi faire ?
Je ne veux pas parler je préfère me taire
Lève toi, ne sois pas faible
Tu penses que je suis incapable ?


I'm wondering with all this sorrow how will be my tomorrow
I'm sitting at the window,
looking at the green grass in the meadow
The sun is searing but the tree has no shadow
The silence is deafing; now...