
You've never hurt me, right?
Ok, let's talk about the truth.
What about the dust you made me eat. What about the blood, streaming down my face, blending with my tears. I can remember each blow, eachs coast breaking, each bone cracking. If only you could feel what i felt. See what i saw. Because i saw your face, the atrocity in your eyes, while i was slowly dying of my wounds. Then you left me here, lying on the floor. You thought i was dead, in a blood bath. And i must admit that i believed it at first. But i was not dead. I found the power to get up and climb on my injured legs. I thought my head was blowing up, i thought about the fact that i've never felt such pain before. And that i'll never feel it again. I found the force to make a step. My left ankles was broken. But i just kept walking. Do you know were i found the power? Every electro shock caused by pain, tearing my mind. I was caught into pieces.
But i kept walking, one step, plus one, and then makes two, here come the third one...
Your face never left my mind. I never openned my eyes without seeing you. I only walked to take my revenge.
Now, here i am.
Uh, uh, let's have fun.
Je me suis souvenue d'un rêve dans lequel mon grand pere (un autre que dans la realité) me disait que si je n'ecoutait pas MJ, j'etais une sorte d'inculte. Sur ce il me sort son MAC dernier cri et me passe tous MJ.