You think when you kill a plant,
It's nothing really important.
But is it the same when someone dies ? It hurts even if it's only one person over seven billions.
It hurts because you care about it, more than having in your pocket some millions.
Because when someone's gone,
You know you can't just move on.
You want to take your own road,
But you have to walk through the crowd.
Time is our worst ennemy.
Actually it is for me.
Everything goes so fast,
It is our lives we don't manage to taste.
People die too young,
You say things you don't mean but which just slip out of your tongue.
You can't just stay in this class,
Hiding your tears by puting some glasses.
You feel you're betrayin her by going to school.
She was a good person, not a fool.
You just want to be somewhere else,
With no one, or maybe just someone else,
Writing out the crap inside of you. You're hiding it.
Turn's out it looks you're just doing it.
You don't want anyone to cheer you up,
Because it be a sign of pity. It's hard to wake up.
You don't care about anything, your head is a mess.
Instead of depressing you know you should confess,
But you just want to take,
A little break.
You just want to put your brain off.
She died when she wanted the TV to turn off.
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