You heard me,
Saying words I’ve never wanted to express.
You explained to me,
To have been shocked by any kind of excess.
You told me,
Having seen me in a real fine mess.
You saw me,
Giving very bad impression.
I cannot recognize myself.
No, I can’t support the world by staying clean.
No, I can’t support the world and what I really feel.
Then, I drink, I sink, I drift… To break any kind of Link.
And the world can't support me...
Can you recognize me ?
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