that I listen to rock -T 'plays what? ...
-Rap. French rap.
Ah, saw your style I thought it was rock!
I look like a rocker, a little jaded punk, urban, slightly skewed, cynical, I self-condemned. But I saw his throat, I'm emotional I can hardly realize that I was wearing my head at the stake. For that I burn, witch! Succubus! I've seen the air, I'm strong and insolent, I rock in the veins and rage in my stomach. Yes sometimes I tremble, I cry and I crawl. Is that under my false underground tunes, I'm just a girl who writes alone in her room.
I was wise, I went to the ballet, I was pure, I do that respect. But I wanted to life when I realized, when I admitted that I had messed up everything I had ruined everything, I had not understood. I lived off of all truth, I forgot I was another who I was. Y'avait the Devil has my ear he whispered. I whispered horrible things I Lay Dying. He wanted to sow doubt and I doubted. I'm skeptical, yes I admit, I wanted the concrete if it is not scientific is certainly not true. And I doubted I changed and I stopped moving forward. Yet life was smiling at me, the signs were raining, I was blind, I was confused the airwaves. All that sent me, I the silent. Unknowingly, I lived in shame. That of not hearing, not having seen, having walked the streets without opening his eyes, I lost the hearing, touch, sight.
Me I dreamed of romance, prince, an alter-ego on my scale. But I know not love, I closed my heart and I fell. Overnight defying death, alongside it. She hung on my conscience in my soul, I had my hand in romance. But I lost. I waited too scared, I cried I'm not killing. My silence was of arrogance, recklessness, as the wounded animal, condemned to suffer to die, ceasing to struggle. As they say "The Thorn Birds" did you not understand? I hid behind my laughter, I was jealous, moments of madness I lived, I would expire with a sigh. With tears in her eyes, I wanted to die with dignity rather than saying goodbye. I wanted to die.
I ran into my sacred shrine in this city that I so loved to see her, tell her to come. Give him my last battle, I have not said everything, I'm not big but not everything I screamed! Because yes it's true, I cry sometimes when I listen to my rock, my pop and then my punk. When I listen to my sweet violent music, when I jump, when I dance, when I shake my senses. When the guitar is slower I dance, I dance I can not stop, I am not seen I trembles. I'm not her, I leaped like a grasshopper, on the track. I do not like the indecency and I cried, I release my violence. When I landed, the j'amortis Cabrel, when night comes, I dream of the Eiffel Tower.
But Montreal had me once again I think I have not seen everything, it gave me confidence. I was a lost cause, without faith, without hope, but despite everything, despite my costume dark and mysterious creature, someone saw me and helped me to understand. And then I read, I began to understand, realize that I could defend myself. And I believed, I turn off ignorance. I would not see, I did not believe it. If I could not see I could not believe it. But I know I was so convinced of his long absence, that he could not exist. I doubted His presence. It was obvious to me but they are still spirits, spirits of evil. They whisper and they are now without consistency. They strive to make me come down, they would remind me that my regrets my regrets these respects conscience.Tous glued on the walls of a room. When I get drunk at night, with my soul brother, my brother tender. I laughed with him when I did not back down. He helped me he smiled at me. It was my first sign of him, he put in my path, a first sign of life. We repelled dementia together, my friend, I knew just enough remained strong thanks to him. Just strong enough to get here. To get to the end of my life, rebirth of my night, accepting his mercy. I tried, I found, I hope as an opportunity. Learn, reborn from my ashes, wait providence. Breathless, a nervous wreck, is there a renaissance?
I believe, I still doubt, I keep my girl image hardcore. But doubt was cast doubt had my doubts. My devils, and they bleed it away, they complain I know they love me. I offer the perfect backdrop, they like here, cry about it. But they cry "she" not me, I take possession of my body. They come out of my life because I keep it and even when night comes, if I just had to hold back tears ... It's not hatred, it may be that God speaks to me. And I cry, the volume to the mat. I live rock, there's the grunge upon my nights. And I heard him, and still I cry, I like punk, the Zarb. Well yes I grew up with Mozart, Paganini, the great concerts of the most beautiful symphonies. I was a quiet girl, romantic and classic. Was easy, then the other is born, a chaos undecided. And before they die and I'll kill to survive. Finally I found my truth.
Inshallah
