Texte : Bad Mood

Sorry,
Sorry to exist,
Sorry to leave,
Sorry to love you,
I should die.
I have nothing to do here.

I have never loved myself.

I’m fine but not happy anymore.

I’m not an option.
Either choose me, or fucking loose me.

They way, they leave, tells you everything.

I’m done…

sɔʁi,
sɔʁi to εɡzist,
sɔʁi to ləavə,
sɔʁi to lɔvə iu,
i ʃuld di.
i-avə nɔtiŋ to do əʁə.

i-avə nəve lɔvεd mizεlf.

iεm finə byt no-api animɔʁə.

iεm no ɑ̃ ɔpsjɔ̃.
εtœʁ ʃuzə mə, ɔʁ fykiŋ luzə mə.

te wε, te ləavə, tεllz- iu əvəʁitiŋ.

iεm dɔnə…