If I'd a little girl
I would call her Rose
Because it's light
And the world is missing some

I'd tell her to love
And simply be simple
And humble
Because the world needs some

If I had a little girl
I would call her Rose
Tell her to simply be herself
So the world can understand

I'd call her Rose
To flower the beds of our dead,
To bring a simple, kind little thing
In a world missing so much love

Y a des jours où ça n'va pas
Aujourd'hui est un jour comme ça.
On a beau se dire: "Souris".
Il y a des jours qui sont ainsi.

Oui mais non, moi ça ne va pas.
Des jours avec, et des jours comme ça.
Aujourd'hui, je pleure et je ris
Le plus souvent seule dans mon lit.

Y a des jours qui sont comme ça.
Des jours où rien ne va.
Et pour moi c'est aujourd'hui
Et ce sera demain aussi...

You loved me so much
You refused to believe who I really am
And you belittled the true me
To make me at your false image of myself

I loved you so much
I started to believe that art, poetry and me
We were becoming really futile
And I lost myself in the process of pleasing you

You didn't understand
And you did not really try
I was not angry then
But I'm just angry now.

Because when I ended it
You lost yourself in the process of leaving me
And you're trying to get to me,
To the idea of me, yourself thought I was

So understand someting:
I am a true independent self
I am a tortured artist, writer and poet
And I ******* love who I became !

I feel trapped
In a mind unable to decide
In a body not capable of saying no
In a torrent of unreachable thoughts

I am trapped
In a unwanted life and situation
In a perfect relationship
With a man I admire

It's a trap
Because it went too fast
Because I feel it wasn't a choice
Because I don't know !

And I feel lost
In a world too big and too small
In a place where I meet him everyday
In a room that is supposed to be home

You're perfect
And I'm not
I don't know why
Or how
But I can live
Without you

I love you
And it is not
Enough
But I tried
I tried so bad

And I still can
live without
You