"When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here"
On dit que les premiers amours tiennent terriblement, par-delà les ruptures les plus cruelles. J'avais dix-neuf ans. Elle en avait seize, à peine. Elle était de ces anges qui ont le diable au corps.