I'm like a deflated balloon
I'm neither on earth nor in the sky
I'm like a picked flower
I don't want neither a vase nor your hands
I've got a 50\50 chance, there's no reason, it's clear that I'm born
You either laugh or cry, is the reason so important
Shut up already, I won't listen to you, don't lecture me
Everyone's in their own grief, I won't lecture
I'm like love that doesn't bring joy anymore
Having sex because I'm obliged to
I'm like a clock with a dead battery
I can't go neither back nor forth
I've got a 50\50 chance, there's no reason, it's clear that I'm living
You either love or not, is the reason so important