Nothing worst

"Tu penses à ton ex, ex, ex...
Peut-être que tu avais tort
C'est sexuel, sexuel

Y'a rien de pire que la solitude après minuit
Rien de pire..."

-Dumas


It's amazing that it's hard for me these days to go to sleep alone.
The emptiness that is installed in my bed is more and more empty, night after night.

I'm beginning to get bored of begging to get some hugs and kisses..
it's like i'm morphing into somebody that i'm not, someone that I don't like.

I don't know what happened, I use to be great on my own.