Inhumain


J’espĂšre que demain tout ira mieux…
 MĂȘme si je l’ai aussi souhaitĂ© hier
J’ai tant souhaitĂ©, tant espĂ©rĂ© et Ă  chaque fois que dalle
Qui pourra comprendre ? Personne 
Qui jugera? Tout le monde 
J’existe pour ĂȘtre aimĂ© mais je ne m’aime assez
Je me perds dans un lot de nouvelles cartes d’identitĂ©s parce que je suis identique Ă  Jason Bourne en mission 
Combien ont rĂȘvĂ© de voir couler juste une goutte de larmes ? Pensant que l’on Ă©tait vraiment un dur Ă  cuire
On Ă©tait seulement invisible
Pas inhumain 
Est-ce inhumain quand on ne ressent plus rien?
Est-ce inhumain quand on fuit les attaches ?
En moi il n’existe aucune joie, que de la peine
Aucun amour, que de la haine
Aucun sourire, que des larmes
Je vis dans un corps sans Ăąme…
Mon cƓur n’est que pierre,
Endurci par mes douleurs d’hier
Mon ĂȘtre est vide d’Ă©motions
Vide de sentiments et de passions…
Est-ce un mal ou un bien?
Je ne saurais le dire
Un jour irai-je bien?
Ça aussi je ne saurais le prĂ©dire…
Trop fort est peut-ĂȘtre une faiblesse 
Puisque ma faiblesse est aussi ma force 
Plus rien ne m’Ă©tonne, plus rien ne me blesse
De trouver la paix, je m’efforce…
Quand les larmes s’amassent aux coins de mes yeux
Je les essuie pour placer un faux sourire
Et quand je n’en peux plus,je pousse un soupir
En demandant quel a été mon crime au maßtre des cieux
On dit qu’un homme qui pleure n’est pas un vrai
Pourquoi ? Parce qu’il se lĂąche?
Qu’est-ce que l’on dira pour celui qui a peur?
Cette peur fait-il de lui un lĂąche?
Toujours est-il que je suis vide de joie
Vide de sentiments 
Vide d’espoir, vide de foi
Aucune sensation,je suis Inhumain…

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