"I rue the day that I ever met you,|
And deeply regret you getting close to me.
I cannot wait to deeply neglect you,
Deeply forget you, Jesus believe me,
You promised me poems.
You might have been my reason for livin'
I gave up on givin', gave up everything.
We were a right pair of believers
A couple of dreamers, so how come
You hate me?
You promised me poems."
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien