r e m o t e - a c c e s s

Parce qu'il est souvent des personnes pour écrire mieux que vous ne le ferez jamais, je retourne aux années lycées et laisse la parole à Mr Brightside The Killers:

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

By the end of the day,
I won't see you anymore
We will close the door;
That was the end of may.

I'm looking at you
You're fencing me
But i still love you.

From the past i hear
The sound of our steps,
The whispering of your tears,
All sound as strange debts.

Some lies, so many cries.
Now, we look at better skies
And in Shakespeare's words I arise:

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.