So many little things in the past
That I forget
I find myself in a really dark place
With nobody else

And I am a dog to think
The things I think sometimes
And I am a dog 'cause I feel nothing most of the time

It's hard to think that it really matters
If we're all about to collapse
It's hard to see that we're going somewhere
But no way to tell

I'll try to forget all the bad things
And I will put you in a little place in my head

I say a bunch of things that I regret
And I don't handle life very well

It's me I hate the most out of everybody else
It's me I want to keep out but I am stuck within myself

I'll try to forget all the bad things
And I will put you in a little place in my head

Copyright: WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC FRANCE
Writer(s): Benjamin Cotto, NilI Hadida, Pierre Guimard