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31 mai 2010 1 31 /05 /mai /2010 05:18

 

It is coming, don't call me nuts.

I'm not crazy, I've got the creeps.

It is coming, I lose my guts.

It is trying to stick my lips.

It is coming, it is hungry.

I feel its breathe, it's a monster.

It is coming and it's angry.

It is coming, please help me sir.

 

I am playing in the garden

With my friends coming from my mind.

No time to rest, I jump, I run

But suddenly I become blind.

The sun, the sounds just disappear.

I can't understand what happened.

I am shaking under the fear.

If it's a joke that is not fun.

 

It is coming, don't call me nuts.

I'm not crazy, I've got the creeps.

It is coming, I lose my guts.

It is trying to stick my lips.

It is coming, it is hungry.

I feel its breathe, it's a monster.

It is coming and it's angry.

It is coming, please help me sir.

 

People around are no more there.

I have to face what I don't know.

That's a burden I can not bear :

Become for the world a hero.

I scream but then I lose my voice.

I cry, that's all I can do now

'cause my legs don't give me the choice

To walk, to just move, even slow.


It is coming, don't call me nuts.

I'm not crazy, I've got the creeps.

It is coming, I lose my guts.

It is trying to stick my lips.

It is coming, it is hungry.

I feel its breathe, it's a monster.

It is coming and it's angry.

It is coming, please help me sir.

 

I close my eyes, it's a nightmare.

It's not but I am hoping that.

I can not die, it is not fair.

I'm trapped like a rat by a cat.

Now that the moon is coming back,

I feel great. The stars are friendly.

I'm quite tired, I feel in lack,

In lack of rest. I feel sleepy.


It is coming, don't call me nuts.

I'm not crazy, I've got the creeps.

It is coming, I lose my guts.

It is trying to stick my lips.

It is coming, it is hungry.

I feel its breathe, it's a monster.

It is coming and it's angry.

It is coming, please help me sir.

 

Back in my house I found my way.

A smile reappears on my face.

Tomorrow will be a bright day

But I won't go out, just in case.

I was afraid of the darkness.

For this perhaps I'm quite too old.

I'm still dreaming about princess.

At 20 it's maybe too old.

 


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