Don't forget...

'Cause nothing feels right when I'm not with you. And it's been a while since the last time I tasted in my mouth the scent of your cucumber perfume. Close to you no more.

Notoriety's fun no more when you're not behind my back to steal my ideas and wipe out my genie. What would it be if... it didn't end there? Or... did it really end?

Sometimes we don't know where we're going.. . sometimes I feel you should be crawling back to me... You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all. Am I dreaming? Well, wake me up.

Maybe you caught the train just like you said you did, maybe it broke down but you didn't give up... Maybe you got lost on the way back to my house, maybe you called and I was on the phone





Yeah right! You lied to me like I'm not there, you must be mad you lied so bad, just listen to yourself...

C'est pas ton amour

Seulement si tu veux mon amour tu entreras dans un délire indésirable. Et tu la veux. Plus que ta conscience. Mais... où est-ce que je suis? Dans ton coeur ou dessous ton petit pied, en étant préparé pour sentir comment tu marcheras dessus de moi.

Je t'attends. Viens chez moi. Viens vers moi!

          Est-ce que tu peux faire face à mon haine?

                      Qu' est-ce que on a été durant tout ce temps?




Rien.

Is it true?

Was it easier to change an Ugly Michael that loves you into a charming guy, than shifting an amazing Michael, that Hates you into one that could give you all his love? I guess you chose the shorter path, not the one that you really cared about, love. Tell me... was it worth it? Did it (the creature that is gaining my look through time) satisfy your requests?

Is it better than me? You chose living with a fake, loving a copy.


Wouldn't it be better to steal the original?