Fait La Force

Call it all gone,
if you must,
well, I should bank it in a bank of trust.
But I save it by accident,
in my room, ha ha ha, it should pay rent.
I raise my arms to set it free,
but it sleeps here and it sleeps for free.
Why should I wake it,
when it lays still,
cause when it wakens it pains me still.
Why won’t you take it,
like it takes me,
and I hate it,
like it hates me.
But it stays here all of the time,
it don’t call you but it calls itself mine.