let me explain, it's c'est vraiment quelque chose que seuls les français comprendront, je ne comprends pas parce que je ne suis pas français, mais je suis mexicain! j'ai essayé de faire des recherches pour savoir ce que cela signifie, mais c'est impossible, ils ont raison. seuls les français l'obtiennent, et je suis désolé de ne pas pouvoir l'expliquer, j'espère que vous me pardonnerez.
"it's really something that only French people will understand, I don't understand because I'm not French, but I'm Mexican! i tried to do some research to find out what it means but it is impossible they are right. only the french get it, and i'm sorry i can't explain it, hope you forgive me."
Ideas forming out of thin air These indulgences none can compare So many flavors that one would abhor Even though I've had enough... I still demand: Give me more I need a whole personality Something inordinately sweet Order anything you'd like Nothing's changing my mind I don't care how unhealty it is 'Cus there isn' t anything I'd rather be Call me obsequious I guess I'm a bit dramatic Sometimes my appetite is Eerily erratic Give me your dire expectations And I'll consume Perfection You are what you eat, after all... Everything Combines into one So many flavors that one would abhor And I know I've had enough I've gone too far Now that I've become A Full-course identity Take a bite of me I hope that I've become A favorable delicacy That I'm worth something I'll eat 'em all The thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet Just to make them happy Wondering why I'm a burden Or so it seems Aren't I everything? Maybe if I try a little harder, it will be okay One day Keep on eating more and more Divide my life away Into servings And go beyond the point of no return I know I'm subservient but... All of this is necessary Sometimes my appetite is Violently contrary Irreconcillable perceptions Appeal to my obsessions The nausea is overwhelming Whether I've been caramelized Or rotten to the core Which one should I be? 'Cuz i dunno who I'm Supposed to be anymore And it's sickening I'll overeat The implications Of your thoughts Just to make you happy Nonetheless, I feel my insides Are tied to knots Aren't I more than everything? I'm a recipe for entropy I'm too overwhelming Give me your validation I can taste your apprehension These flavors of personality Are hindering my likeability My impulsive desire My appetite has Spoiled my urge to satisfy Everyone will like me more without it 2x Now that I've become the Perfect identity Take a bite of me I hope that I've become a Flavorless delicacy That I'm good enough And now that I've become the Perfect identity What else do you need? 'Cus I dunno who i'm Supposed to be anymore And I'm starving I'll purge 'em all The thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet Why aren't you happy?! Nonetheless, I know my insides Are empty Aren't I more than everything?