Tu m'aimes, mais ce n'est pas assez.
You love me, but it's not enough.
We used to be so happy, so familiar with each other. We were the perfect little couple everyone wished to have. We were one, you were my prince, I was your freakin princess (without the princess-ish part).
But then you changed, you became aware of temptations. But I still loved you, and you still loved me.
You changed. I also changed. I became jealous. I became a monster. And it was your fault. You made me this way.
Because you needed to make sure that another girl wasn't your "eternal love".
You tried, you failed, you came back to me, I accepted you, your mistakes. I swallowed the venom, it made it easier for me to get through the situation. But I was hurt.
C'est si facile pour toi de douter de tout sans regarder les conséquences qui pourraient arriver.
It's so easy for you to doubt everythin without thinking about the consequences it may bring.
And here we are. You still love me, but you have a girlfriend. How nice is that to her? I still love you too, because i didn't have the chance to get over it quickly enough. I couldn't find someone who can love me.
And here I am, the cute little girl, the sexy woman, fuckzoned once a month every time she thinks maybe she'll have the chance of being happy.
And that's all because of you.
And I still love you.
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