Des chansons, des textes qui font juste du bien d'être écrit (parce que c'est mieu ça que de se charcuter les veines, hein!)
Un chanson adressée à personne en particulier, sauf si quelqu'un s'y reconnais.
Ne vous fiez pas aux apparences, cette chanson n'est pas triste (je ne suis pas très douée en anglais, so, indulgence, please)
That’s all you have to know
Listen to me
This is not a sad prayer
Well, I’ll try to not be liar
Don’t be kind-hearted
Please, don’t have some passion
With my strange revelation
I try to remind
The last time you told me
That you care about me
The last thing I can do
It’s to still believe alone
And your life just carries on
[refrain]
So, please, let me my fantasies
I’ve been dumb but I can say now
You’re under my skin
That’s all you have to know
Don’t be afraid
I’m fightin’with this hope
Yet I don’t wanna stop
My own request
After all, you stay blind
Let me going out of mind
[refrain]
So, please, let me my fantasies
I’ve been dumb but I can say now
You’re under my skin
That’s all you have to know
[bridge]
With your scent you’re blamin’ me my fault
I know I’m pathetic
But could you bet I’m really so weak ?
[refrain]
So, please, let me my fantasies
I’ve been dumb but I can say now
You’re under my skin
That’s all you have to know