Heaven knows that I’m not perfect but I had a good heart
I’ve been wrong
But who doesn’t?
I don’t need you to tell me that I made a mistake
I look at myself so much that I don’t have time to look at others
I knew the bottom,
I knew the roof,
I knew the kitchen’s floor
on my knees
I took the time, I found excuses for everyone else
I put a weight on my shoulders
I’m a slave who dreamt of becoming queen
Who doesn’t want stars
Hand cuffs of betrayal
knives in the back,
And deep down I believed in it strongly
I loved for real
Moi je vous le dis
c’était un truc de grand
qui sauve la mort
Et qui te pete à la gueule
c’était des restaurants
qui te fond te sentir grand
Et des moments à en oublier de respirer
Des balades la nuit
des aventures le jours
Il arrivait à tourner la terre
et la mettre à nos pieds
