You Gave Me Your Passion, I Gave You My Rage

Aujourd'hui j'ai appelé Tel Jeunes car j'avais des questions qui me tourmentaient et je savais pas à qui les poser. La femme à qui j'ai parlé m'a très bien renseigné et je me sens beaucoup mieux maintenant. Je vous dit ça parce que je crois qu'il est important de ne pas se gêner pour appeler. On n'a pas besoin d'être suicidaire ou de s'être fait violé pour appeler Tel Jeunes. Ya jamais rien de pas assez grave pour ça. Si vous avez besoin de parler de quoi que ce soit et que vous n'avez pas nécessairement envie d'en parler à vos amis ou pas le courage, il faut pas hésiter, ils sont là pour ça. Parler, n'importe comment qu'on se sente, fait toujours un peu de bien et le fait que ce soit anonyme et qu'on se dise qu'ils ont sûrement déjà entendu bien pire facilite les choses. C'est plus facile puisqu'on est pas face à face et la personne ne nous juge pas. Si jamais vous avez des questions ou des problèmes, aussi cons soient-ils, appelez Tel Jeunes, ça fait du bien.

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osti kcé hot...ca a été assez bizzare a faire, ca marche po full ben ak le blanc doeuf mais tk.
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(yé en train de faire des cornes a ali...g hate de voir ca...aaaaa beef jerkey!)

A stab through this blue light
Reminded me you were here
A lightening of pulsing anger
A blanket masking all hate
Cruality was your second name

Under my pillow
You hid all your dreams
Under this fading moonlight
We kissed and then we sreamed
You danced all your madness
Right in this dying field
While I drank all my illness
With these impossible beings

You could run until you die
Stealing anyone's strenght
But these undying beasts
Will stil be in front of you
Ready to steal your hapiness, so weak

So come back home

Under my pillow
You hid all your knifes
Under this dying willow
We promised we'll have a life
You killed all your doubts
You did what said the voice
But now you need to get out
You don't have a choice

Having no strenght left
Is no more a reason
When you're lying on the floor

Fighting to keep your eyes shut
To blind those who see through your head
Sream loud enough
To cover the voices (let it go, come on, let it go)

Your soul is running away
From all these white faces
Looking through your window.
They won't stop whispering
And thought you're doing all you can
To understand this anthologic message
You won't know the truth
Until you die!

So come back home.

Shined as bright as I could
'Til I couldn't look back yet
They were behind me
Now they're right above
This eyeshadow wasn't that dark
Don't try to fool me!

I know something happened
But I still don't know why
Couldn't you bring me back
All the bleak pieces
Of this broken dream

He tried to push me aside
But I fought back
And now I'm still in the center of this alley
Get your pants down
'Cause when you gotta go
You gotta go

Never stopped smiling

He touched my face
With the tip of his dirty, twisted fingers
Looks like he liked the feeling
'Cause then he rubbed his cheek against mine
Still, I never stopped smiling

My way to keep my mind away

Can't remember what happened then
Everything's black (especially my heart)
Well I hope he enjoyed at least
To steal the brightness of my soul
'Cause now I'm dirty
As the tip of his twisted fingers

But I will never stop smiling.
So before you laugh at me
Before you say something painfull
Just think that you don't know who I am
You'll never do