Something deep inside of me is telling me to leave,
But I don’t want to have to let you go.

I got my propaganda, I got revisionism,
I got my violence in High-Def ultra realism.

And it hurts me, oh it hurts me,
But you’ll never, no never, ever know.

People love to drink their troubles away,
Sometimes I feel that I’d be better off that way.

What this time go bound so fast now,
When i’m here with you.

Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect run so dry.

C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble,
Toi tu m’aimais et je t’aimais.

(Source: buseyilmaz)