Tout que je peux penser est le sexe, la drogue et l'alcool.

fuck you for thinking what I did was punishing you for what you did,

fuck you for saying that you don't know what you did to deserve it.

you stopped listening,

and I grew up.

don't say it as if I abuse you.

don't say it as if I don't

hold you or

slow down.

don't tell me that you're perfect,

don't tell me that you never made a single mistake.

if it weren't for you,

where would I be right now?