wrong time at the wrong place...
voici un texte que j'ai écrit récemment. Il est en anglais...(et certainement bourré de fautes) mais j'crois que c'est un moyen de garder une certaine distance... Bref, c'est un peu l'aboutissement d'un long et difficile travail avec moi-même
I saw you coming, you looked intriguing
Just thought that you needed some nicotine…
Hardly heard your voice, seemed to have no choice…
That thing you were feeling, tell me, was it Joyce?
Asked “what are you doing”, foolish little thing…
Saw it coming, shiny as a wedding ring
My heart went crazy, my head was empty
Wondered if you would stay far enough from me…
Wrong time at the wrong place…
A second after you’re gone, I stayed for a while alone
What an effort to reach this useful phone…
They all came in a rush, asked me if you were brushed
Tell me, where did you throw that needed hush?
Everyone’s nice to me, but I know what you feared secretly
Is she going crazy? What had I done if it was me?
We’re here for you, you see. Don’t take it too badly.
Can one of you explain why I do feel so lonely?
Wrong time at the wrong place...
please stop this refrain! Find something else to say!!!
Or just keep it for you, it’ll be the same!
Wrong time at the wrong place…
What about your Trial? Will your lawyer say it again?
Wrong time at the wrong place…
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16 Août 2008 à 01:45 dans
- Me, Myself and I
Il est touchant en tous cas, ton texte... ma soeurinette !
Posté par Vava — 06 Sep 2008, 13:57