With his head in his hands, often wondering
If one only person could really be worth two in the same time
I often told people that pointless story
They told me immediately : “Sounds too good to be honest,
To be more than poetic”
Also at parties
Saying each other “I love you” is suspect
“I still love you”, that’s infuriating
“I don’t love you anymore”, now that’s depressing
He loves you and that’s great
He often tells you that
He doesn’t love you anymore, tell it to the wind
But, be careful, he’s saving time
To be more than poetic
Ending farther to the right, upper at the bottom
Ending farther to the right, upper at the bottom
With enthusiasm, that amazes me
With everything one needs
From love to love, mastering my own path
Keeping the sense of orientation
Putting up with all the speeches
From love to love, mastering my own path
Keeping the sense of orientation
Putting up with all the speeches…