Got a hangover over smirnoff (that's really ridiculous)
Why do I feel this blankness and loneliness
after I have got everything?
OR I didn't have anything at all.
The star-lit night over there above you,
The neon-lit night over here surrounding me,
I just realize that I may have to use some alcohol
if I want to get rid of you
I saw you I knew you I am forsaken (or I forsake?)
and now I am ready to let go
Forgetting is never the remedy
Reminiscence is never the poison
The past the burden the memory is way too heavy
I had too many expectations
Withdrawing may not be possible
Retreat could be the way of escaping
Mais, cheri, quand laissez-tu mon coeur?
Je ne te crois plus...
You can't go on like this!
You have to get a grip of yourself!!!