You're extraordinary. None of the fashion girls. Your second skin's so skinny it almost hurts. It looks like you were floating when you try to take a walk. You always seem to listen everytime we try to talk. If there's nothing else to stop us on our way, tell me why pourquoi ne pouvons-nous jamais être aimés?

I think I like you. But not enough. We're individuals and very hard to touch. You suffer more than others from what we're meant to be. None of those sunshine-lovers like on TV. We're generation faith-departed, started to go down. Unfinished unforesakeable upon a common ground . If there's nothing that we're not allowed to say, tell me why pourquoi ne pouvons-nous jamais être aimés?
I think I like you ver much but not enough.
(Slut)