Je suis tellement d'accord avec elle (elle c'est Nelly Furtado). Pourquoi toutes les bonnes choses ont une fin ? Les flammes doivent se transformer en cendres... et les amours en amis... je n'ai jamais compris. Je ne sais pas si on vous a déjà dit un truc comme ça "je t'aime mais je te quitte", comment peut-on se relever après de tels mots ? J'ai mal.

Nelly, la video

Honestly what will become of me
I don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
We missed everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end, come to an end
Why do all good thins come to an end...

Travelling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end, come to an end
Why do all good thins come to an end...

The dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon so that they could die

The dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon so that they could die

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end, come to an end
Why do all good thins come to an end...

Well the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling
went away
And the sky was falling
And the clouds were dropping and the...
The rain forgot how to bring salvation
The dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die