Hey there...wait.

Petite solitude
rue inhabitée
tout nous jette
voyageur sans partance
ni fossile ni trace de passage
sans sens donné
tu mens
froideur ajouté
nue dans les samares
meurtrissure du gage
abandon du dû...colorisation
juxtaposition des envies
prends-moi, ici, doux

you got me all wrong

I thought that you were in love with me...i'm so tired of lies. I'll always be there for you, but will you do the same for me ?

I'm a man without a face, burn inside, dying as slow as I'm walking, hurted by all your supposed love.

I still miss you...why ?