Mais c'est plus fort que moi, tu vois je n'y peux rien...
Ce monde n'est pas pour moi, ce monde n'est pas le mien...
Ce monde n'est pas pour moi, ce monde n'est pas le mien...
Too many thoughts. I am pretty lost right mow. Don't even know who I am anymore. Where I belong to.
Working at that festival, drinking your Tennents in a middle of a crazy crowd, and then you feel so Scottish. But you're French. And you're going to Italy next year. Is that the right way. To always leave. Go somewhere else ? Should not you rather build links and relationships with people ? Going your own way can be so good. But you realize soon that something is missing. You can't have it all.
I feel like I am not able to love anymore. As if I was enjoying those few minutes of happiness everyday. But once it is finished, I just forgot them. Not being able to stick a bit to the past. Just live it on the moment. I bet you it is pretty hard.
The more I go away, the more I am wondering if I will bear it all the time. We just see each other once in a while, and that is all. We still miss each other in some way, but we survive it so easily. Let's not think about it. We have got to go on. "See you later", we always say. Learn to live at distance. Far. A bit more everyday.
Just to let you know, don't think I have forgotten. I never forget. But that goes so much deep inside that it is hard for it to go back to the surface. It just creeps slowly, hurting you at times. But you survive. You're torn between choices. And you always make a decision. Cause you never let it make you down. You fight. Right ? Wrong ? Only time will say.
If someone knows where I left my heart, big reward will be given. I should not put it away ever. Too dangerous. You may lose it forever. Or maybe you already did. Will you find it back ?
