I?m a little thing,
A looser in everything.
I?m not a devil, not an angel
I can?t write as well
as Poeters but, I?ll try for you :
My heart can?t try a life at two.
Therefore, I can?t love you.
I?m a little thing,
A looser in everything.
I?m not white, not dark
I can?t mark
the poetry history
My geart can?t love you, sorry.
But my soul is not with me.
I?m a little thing,
A looser in everything.
I?m not bad, not good.
I can?t be as cool
as you, but I?ll try for you
To have a second personnality. In two
hearts, it?s possible but I?ve only one...
One heart who tries to love me. Only one...
I?m a little thing,
A looser in everything....
Sadness is the life?s reality.
I have a dark heart, but me
I assume, I love that.
In the dusk I see a black cat
I follow him, if I want.
I kill him, if I want.
A looser in life
Is a winner with a knife.
I?am a looser in everything
But, a winner with this little thing.
I washing myself in a blood pool.
For repose my little soul.
You learnt me the killing?s art.
Finaly, I start.
Since this day, it has been a drug for me.
I can?t stop, as you can see.
What the difference, sadness or happyness ?
You take my body, careless...
I?m dieying, you know ?
You know that, when you saw
Me, my body in the blood,
You condanmed myself.
Vous en pensez qoi ?