I watch TV,
To keep up with world news.
I open the door and I disappear...
A stream of horrifying news
In which I delight calmly,
I get numb to it and it keeps me from complaining about the state of my own affairs.
I close my eyes
And I count the stars.
I wonder where they're going
And especially where they've come from.
I might have a dream,
Or maybe not.
I open the door
And I disappear...
Look at me, I'm no longer in a rage,
I have no more tears,
I'm lost,
I'm afraid,
I'd rather shut up.
I won't make a big deal of it, I'll stay in the dark,
I'll suffocate in my blues if I have to.
For me
It's already too late...
I'm lost,
Hiding behind all my not caring, giving up, surrendering.
So tell me,
Why are you acting like me?
This is the history of a little girl
Who had some talent
And who had decided to concentrate on this attribute.
A passion became an obsession.
She was sure, she was mature.
Organizing everything in support of the success of her project
Became her top priority.
But you see,
They steal all the dreams,
Those who dig up
All the seeds
That you sow.
For it is the gold
In your eyes that they take.
They make us bleed.
We are dying as a result,
And this hate devours me...
I won't make a big deal of it, I'll stay in the dark,
I'll suffocate in my blues if I have to.
For me
It's already too late...
I'm lost,
Hiding behind all my not caring, giving up, surrendering.
So tell me,
Why are you acting like me?
I won't make a big deal of it, I'll stay in the dark,
I'll suffocate in my blues if I have to.
For me
It's already too late...
I'm lost,
Hiding behind all my not caring, giving up, surrendering.
So tell me,
Why are you acting like me?