I Lost My Innocence - Gran Fran

I don't trust myself I've been doing the same mistakes Can you help me to find a family? I am so lonely by myself I don't even know my own address And there's nowhere i wanna be Can you help me, can you help me? Never asked for anything Can you help me, can you help me? Can someone help me breathe? There's nobody else I walk the streets under the rain Poetry in my misery IIlost my way, i'm homeless I don't even know my own address And there's nowhere iIwanna be Can you help me x2? Never asked for anything Can you help me oh can you help me? Can someone help me breathe? I went outside Screamed your name real loud No one came I'm so afraid Is this too late? Cause I need your strength Where are you x2 I need your help you're never there Where are you x 2? Why are you hiding? You never care Where are you oh can you help me Can you help me? Never asked for anhtyhing Can you help me, oh can you help me, can someone help me breathe? I feel so lonely x2 I know that you judge me I need your help, why don't you love me? One more time one more time Oh if you don't mind One more time one mor time I said it one more time I said it one more time One more time...

I lost my mind Walked the same street a thousand times Held hands and closed my eyes But I was left behind And I could cry If I see that face again And I walk that pace again Now I feel the same again And I, I I lost my mind Yeah, I, I I lost my mind So where was I? Think I wrote down a little note Swear I met some funny blokes But I can't find what I wrote And I did cry Caught a glimpse of my own eye That's the reason that I know why But the tears were already dry And I, I I lost my mind Yeah, I, I I lost my mind I lost my mind Yeah, I, I I lost my mind

I lost my baby I lost my darling I lost my friends I lost my mind I lost my baby I lost my darling I lost my friends I lost my mind Pour une fille d'Ottawa Grandie à Sainte-Foy D'un père militaire Et d'une belle fille qui fut sa mère Qui écoutait du country Entre deux caisses de bières Et partait le samedi Pour un lac d'Hawkesbury Rejoindre la grand-mère and all the family And all the family Ah, je ne peux vivre sans toi Et je ne peux vivre avec toi Mais tu peux très bien vivre sans moi Je suis foutu dans les deux cas I lost my baby I lost my darling I lost my friends I lost my mind I lost my baby I lost my darling I lost my friends I lost my mind Pour une fille d'Ottawa Grandie à Sainte-Foy Et qui un jour tomba Pour un chanteur populaire Grandi en Algérie Assez fucké merci Et qui lui dit adieu Je repars faire ma vie À Hawkesbury À Hawkesbury À Hawkesbury À Hawkesbury I lost my baby I lost my darling I lost my baby Adieu my baby

And if I changed my hair and the way that I talk And if I got new friends and I cut my mustache off And I knew what to say when the conversation died And I gave better compliments than "You look really nice" And if I had more fans and if I made more cash And I believed you when you'd say I look nice And if I changed everything Yeah, my whole fucking life Would you please love me then? Would you please love me then? Would you please love me? Please love me Please love me Please love me Please love me And if I got to see a therapist on time Maybe I could write a message on first try But I waste a whole day choosing "Hey" or "Hi" or "How you've been?" or "Is your day alright?" And if I could stop with hypotheticals Then this wouldn't be a hypothetical But it is, and I can't, huh Truthfully I'm tired of being me It's just too exhausting I'm such a crybaby And tragically There are no real problems Now I have to create them So there is a purpose to my worrying I spent some time in the promised land And I spent my love on those who didn't love me back And you waited here but not for me You were waiting just 'cause you felt like it And I'm so confused What is happening? Are you staying here or are you leaving? Say something Say that you love me Truthfully I'm tired of being me It's just too exhausting I'm such a crybaby And tragically There are no real problems Now I have to create them So there is a purpose to my worrying It's eight o'clock and I just pressed "Send" Now my text became some meaningless Binary code, just some 1's and 0's Until you gave it a meaning again Truthfully I'm tired of being me It's just too exhausting I'm such a crybaby Tragically There are no real problems So I have to create them So there is a purpose to my worrying (A purpose to my worrying) to my worrying (A purpose to my worrying) to my worrying, yeah (A purpose to my worrying) to my worrying (A purpose to my worrying) to my worrying