And I'd like to tell you

How many texts have I written for you?

How many drawings do you inspire me?

How many ideas do you bring to mind?

However, they say that the more water you give to a plant

The more she will wither

I don't believe it but I'm afraid it's true

Because it seems like every time I take a step forward, you take three steps back

And there I understand that I'm always a little girl deep down, you never grow up, you just cage yourself.

So many faces that have more fears than certainties, hide them for good and succeed, they live there.

Yet I would like to know what's on your mind,

I need to make you feel good because

I know we all deserve it a little bit.

I would like your every wish to come true, to spoil that child who has always believed in it deep down.

And I don't know how people do it

Not to express with their body

What they feel.

I sometimes feel like I'm living

Between automatons destined for landfill.