CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : A Preoccupation

When every single day
Feels worse than the last
I don't want to have to cut myself open
To explain myself to you
I shouldn't have to
I shouldn't

And if I take my life
Who would brush my hair?
Who would brush my teeth?
Would anybody care?

The earth
The dirt
The worms

Nothing
No one