Hurt

I still don't know you, after ten years and a half
I don't remember all the spots in your face
I just remember the way you held my hand
the look in your eyes when I said goodbye
and that was the first time that I broke a heart.

I must confess it felt so nice,
to have had the guts to do something like that
and even though I knew you'd hate me for life
I had to go through with my story, my lines,
to prove myself that I can hurt a man.


Mademoiselle Juliettè,
No more liars.