Cycle

Am I a game A reflection of the slight depression In your brain Do you love me Do you hate me Or after all this time Is it the same It's a Cycle and it's infernal It's infernal It's a Cycle and it's infernal It's infernal It's a Cycle and it's infernal It's infernal Looking at old pictures like a form of inspiration Used to put songs in my head And suddenly you rewrote them Now the melody is muted The sound of your anger so deeply rooted Je bloque sur les paroles Avec lesquelles remplir ce vide Pourtant des mots j'en ai des milliers A te chanter à te dire Mes pensées sont si troubles Que je peine à les écrire Mes larmes arrosants ces pages Pour enfin les faire vivre De multiples chansons Dédiées à ta belle gueule Cette fois j'écouterais les premières démos seule When mixed they will be left at your disposal Stuck up in your opinion Left behind in your denial And blinded by the love that I still have for you This is not the last time that I will sing for you Tried my best to build you Gala's Castle You took the key And you just locked the door Am I a game A reflection of the slight depression In your brain Do you love me Do you hate me Or after all this time Is it the same There's power in the pain That penetrates your soul That leaves you feeling low But stronger as a whole There's power in the words That I write but no one sees I never was the same When you were there with me There's power in the pain That penetrates your soul That leaves you feeling low But stronger as a whole There's power in the words That I write but no one sees I never was the same When you were there with me The gold when the light hits the rock's red The sand's soothing exhaling breath The wallowing whisper of the desert Huh I'll miss you to death The infinite indigo above our heads The water in my eyes when the sun sets The flora softly grazing my legs I'll miss you to death I'll miss you to death I'll miss you to death I'll miss you to death I miss you to death