Just a man walking his crab.
Ton ombre dans mes yeux
I’m always up too late I worry bout you there alone
in that place you call your home,
warm nights and cold patron.
I know they say the first love is the sweetest
but that first cut is the deepest
I tried to keep us together you were busy keeping secrets
secrets you were telling everybody but me.
Don’t be fooled by the money I’m still just young and unlucky
I’m surprised you couldn’t tell