When you are
The others are no longer there
When you leave
I feel like crying
Lost in the armchair in my room I think
In you with my hands
What to do?
I don't feel like going out
Why?
You always have to run away
Lost in my armchair fourth I think
Of you with my hands
Again and again sweet barbarity
Not controlling the way to stop
I'm not going to cry
I'm tired of that now
Today I'm going to scream
I'm going to walk with my feet
I'm going to walk with my feet
Again
I'll make food for two
Again
I thought I heard your voice
Again
I start to slide
In the chair for imagination
I think of you
I surrounded you I feel you

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