i remember how, not that many years ago
i sat next to her on an empty half pipe
unaware of what would happen,
unaware of who we turned out to be
unaware of how we thought we felt

she said, look at those brainless anorexic junkies
i said, look at those stupid drunkards
but guess what?
years later, look how true it all is

and i'm more aware than most of society's destructive power
how it crumbles great people,
destroys great lives
but i fight for it, i fight for the world to continue how it is
because without these mistakes,
we wouldn't be human

i've been writing in stanzas, that doesn't say much
it just means i'm slowly fading out of touch...

i thought she was a world apart,
maybe she was the one person who'd never change
and she says i did, but looking at her now
i can see a universe of difference

and change is the only constant,
failure the only facteur dormant,
why didn't i see it all before?

i'm tired of having to prevent people
from destroying their own lives
because the more i give my all to stop them,
the harder and harder they try

it's a miracle she's still alive,
and i fear losing her too

i don't want to say anything for fear of being scolded
for caring too much - is that such a crime?

so i've given up, and given in
let everyone do whatever they want
he always says this but i believed it only now
"rien ou tout, ca m'est egal."

que sera sera,
go figure, Mr Guevara.


you know in your heart that it's all so stupid.
you never used to care what other people thought, and now you might just end up becoming one of them... the ones we used to laugh at, and feel sorry for.
a clone, a clone.
i never thought anyone could force themself to be a clone.