If only I could put in words how much I hate her right now.
If only I could put in words how much I hate him right now.

I might use the word ‘hate’ to express my dislike in general, but I don’t usually mean it in the literal sense. However, this time I mean it; I mean it in every possible way. Call me bitter, call me a child, call me a bitch. I don’t care.

Hatred is a wasted emotion, but I can’t help but feel this way.

I want to cry.
I want to scream.
I want to laugh.

I want peace of mind.

What’s going to happen now?!

Leaving you with Mon Amie La Rose by Francoise Hardy. It’s an absolutely beautiful French song from the 70s, and the lyrics are sad, yet very beautiful. You’ll find the French and English lyrics at the end of the post (the second verse is my favourite). Enjoy.

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Refrain:

On est bien peu de chose 
Et mon amie la rose 
Me l’a dit ce matin.

Chorus: 

We are truly insignificant
And that’s what my friend the rose
Told me this morning Couplet I - 

A l’aurore je suis née 
Baptisée de rosée.
Je me suis épanouie
Heureuse et amoureuse
Aux rayons du soleil
Me suis fermée la nuit

Me suis réveillée vieille. 
Pourtant j’étais très belle 
Oui, j’étais la plus belle 
Des fleurs de ton jardin. Verse 1:

I was born at dawn
Baptised in dew
I blossomed
In the rays of the sun
Happy and in love
I closed my petals at night

And when I awoke I was old.
Yet I had been beautiful
Yes, I was the most beautiful
Of all the flowers in your garden

Refrain II - 
On est bien peu de chose 
Et mon amie la rose 
Me l’a dit ce matin. Chorus:

as before Couplet II - 
Vois le Dieu qui m’a faite 
Me fait courber la tête, 

Et je sens que je tombe 
Et je sens que je tombe 
Mon coeur est presque nu, 
J’ai le pied dans la tombe,
Déjà je ne suis plus.
Tu m’admirais que hier

Et je serais poussière 
Pour toujours demain.  Verse 2
See, the God that made me
Now makes me bow my head

And I feel I’m falling
And I feel I’m falling
My heart is almost bare
I have a foot in my grave
Already I am nothing
You admired me only yesterday

And I shall be dust
Forever, tomorrow Refrain III - 
On est bien peu de chose 

Et mon amie la rose 
Est morte ce matin. Chorus:
We are truly insignificant
And my friend the rose 

Died this morning Couplet III - 
La lune cette nuit 
A veillé mon amie 

Moi en rêve j’ai vu 
Eblouissante et nue 
Son âme qui dansait 
Bien au-delà des nues
Et qui me souriait. 
Crois celui qui peut croire. 

Moi, j’ai besoin d’espoir, 
Sinon je ne suis rien. Verse 3
Last night the moon
Kept vigil over my friend

And in a dream I saw
Her soul, dancing
Dazzling and naked,
Above the heavens,
Smiling on me.
Let those who can, believe

But I need Hope
Or else I am nothing

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