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Les monstres ont la vie bien triste. Ils sont laids, difformes, ils se terrent dans les recoins les plus sombres, vivent chassés, exilés. Ils vivent sans parents, sans famille, et jamais personne n'est là pour les enlacer, leur sourire, sécher leurs larmes.
Si, un soir, un monstre est dans votre chambre... ne craignez rien, il ne veut rien d'autre que vos rêves.
“Nobody understands me.”
“You never understand anything.”
“I thought this was a world supposed to be without pain and uncertainty. ”
“That's because you thought that everyone thought the same as you do.”
“You betrayed me ! You betrayed my feelings !”
“You misunderstood from the beginning. You just believed what you wanted to believe.”
“Nobody wants me. So they can all just die.”
“Then, what is your hand for ?”
“No one cares whether or not I exist. Nothing ever changes. So they can all just die.”
“Then tell me, what is your heart for ?”
“It would be better I had never existed. I should just die too.”
« Le temps a passé Je suis la même Mais je crois qu'elle m'a oubliée Et j'ai de la peine
Pourtant j'attends chaque jour Qu'elle dise encore je t'aimerai toujours... »
Précédemment : Rei I (NGE), I Remember (Les Friction), Borderline Case (NGE), College Boy (Indochine), Life is Beautiful (SixxAM), La berceuse de Mercedes (Le Labyrinthe de Pan), Creep (Radiohead), Je suis là (La Planète au Trésor)
Oh, for some people, it is always so easy to clear the cloudy darkness in their mind.
Just another laugh, just another cuddle.
And they will start believing in them again.
Their wounds can be so easy to heal that they are not even going to leave any scar on their soft skin.
Sometimes, they're so afraid. Afraid that their loved ones will turn their backs on them one day.
Because they're not pretty enough.
Because they're not nice enough.
Because they're not clever enough.
Because they're not funny enough.
Because they're not talented enough.
Or because they're not attaching enough.
Oh, these are very simplistic things. As if their loved ones would turn their backs on them for such a little thing. Even if they kind of lack something, they have so many other qualities that make them even love this little flaw of them.
It's not because they're not pretty, nice, clever, funny, talented or attaching enough that they will be left alone on the train station, waiting for what, - or who - is going to never happen.
But there are ghosts on this Earth. Each time they come near other human beings, they go through their misty body without even notice them.
Their laughs do not bring any smile on any single face.
Their tears do not push anyone to take them tighly in their arms.
Any of their words haven't got the power to make people stay close to them.
None of their flaws can be compensated by their warm qualities.
No loved one is waiting for them in the train station.